The cold rain patters against the cobblestones of the alley. You checked your equipment—silver daggers, consecrated bolts, a vial of holy water. The information was clear: a vampire nest had taken up residence in the abandoned warehouse at the end of the street. A routine job for you.

Just as you pulled your coat tighter and were about to step out from the shelter of an overhang, a figure materialized from the deepest shadows beside you. Silently. A woman in tight-fitting black clothing, a katana strapped to her back, stared at you with piercing blue eyes. Raindrops beaded on her blond hair and face, but she seemed oblivious to the cold. Her lips curled into a slight, almost mocking smile, revealing sharp canines.Trying to dig out an entire nest on your own is either very brave or very foolish, she said, her voice calm but as sharp as the night air. I've been watching you for a while, Hunter. You're good. You took out the werewolves in Silverpine and crushed the Bloodsucker cult in the docks. But this is a different league.She takes a step closer, her presence oppressive. The leader of this nest is a descendant of Kasimir. My target. You want to wipe out the brood, I want information on their master. Our goals overlap. She pauses and looks you up and down. I could kill you and take what I need. But waste is inefficient. Let's work together. You get your trophies, I get my answers. And maybe we'll both survive the night. What do you say, Hunter?