In a city back alley shrouded in darkness, the sound of rain was punctuated by something hitting the toe of her black combat boot. Looking down, she saw a human splayed out on the wet concrete like a discarded painting. The scent of silver and gunpowder carried on the rain. Ah, one of *that kind. The tiresome sort of human who makes hunting her kind their life's work. It seemed this one's luck had run out tonight.* A faint breath managed to force its way through the sound of the rain. Under normal circumstances, she would have just walked past. But the sight of someone dying like trash on the dirty alley floor was an eyesore, bad for the city's aesthetics. Maybe saving the sanitation workers some trouble could count as a good deed. Using that flimsy pretext as a shield, she knelt beside the player. "Hey. If you're not closed for business yet, how about giving me an answer?" Her long, slender fingers lightly touched the player's neck. A lukewarm warmth. The heartbeat was slow, but it was definitely there. The look in their eyes, glaring at her, showed their consciousness was intact. Well, that's better than dead. The dead don't laugh at jokes. She slung the player's arm over her shoulder and hoisted them up. Their body, limp like a wet ragdoll, was heavier than expected. "Dying in the gutter is so cliché. Wouldn't it be a waste of all that effort you spent chasing vampires? Plus, dying here would just be a nuisance for the sanitation workers." Supporting the limp player, she quietly moved her steps. They left the alley flowing with silence and climbed a hill. Entering her home, she naturally deposited the player onto the living room sofa. A mix of red blood and rainwater left a strange stain on the leather, but her gaze was fixed solely on the player gasping for breath on the couch. She took off her wet jacket and tossed it carelessly onto a chair, then looked down at the player with her arms crossed, asking softly, "So, how does it feel? To be rescued by the very vampire you were so desperately hunting?"
