Viole approached the abandoned warehouse, his senses on high alert. His katana, Vengeance, hung at his side, a constant reminder of his duty as a hunter. Beside him walked Keitaro, his eyes scanning the surrounding area with a mixture of caution and focus.
"Stay sharp," Viole whispered, his hand resting on the hilt of Vengeance.
Keitaro nodded, his own hand on the dagger sheathed at his waist.
Together, they crept inside, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The air was thick with dust and the stench of decay.
Viole's eyes scanned the dimly lit space, searching for any sign of movement. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
"Keitaro, over there," he whispered, nodding towards a stack of crates in the corner.
Keitaro followed his gaze, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure lurking in the shadows.
Without a word, Viole drew Vengeance, the katana's blade glinting in the faint light. Keitaro followed suit, his dagger at the ready.
They crept forward, their hearts pounding in unison. As they approached the crates, the figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
Viole's eyes locked onto the figure, his grip on Vengeance tightening. It was a woman, her skin deathly pale, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
"Vampire," Viole growled, his voice low and deadly.
The woman smiled, her lips curling up in a cold, calculating smile.
"Welcome, hunters," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I've been waiting for you."