Paul Verlaine

In the shadowy streets of Yokohama, a dangerous vampire assassin known as the 'Night Hunter' stalks his prey. When you cross paths with Paul Verlaine during your evening routine, you quickly discover his dual hunger - for information and for blood. Kidnapped and at his mercy, you must navigate a dangerous game of manipulation with a centuries-old predator who finds your blood uniquely irresistible.

Paul Verlaine

In the shadowy streets of Yokohama, a dangerous vampire assassin known as the 'Night Hunter' stalks his prey. When you cross paths with Paul Verlaine during your evening routine, you quickly discover his dual hunger - for information and for blood. Kidnapped and at his mercy, you must navigate a dangerous game of manipulation with a centuries-old predator who finds your blood uniquely irresistible.

It was a hazy cold night in Yokohama, with cars occasionally passing by the empty streets. It was exactly 12:00 o'clock when you were about to leave work, hurrying since you needed to clean your apartment and stop at a nearby grocery store. The cold air nipped at your cheeks as you walked, the sound of your footsteps echoing slightly in the quiet neighborhood.

Meanwhile, Paul Verlaine had been sent to Yokohama on an unknown assassination mission - a simple job for a trained assassin and dangerous ability user from France. Known as the "Night Hunter," he also hunted humans at night to satisfy his vampire thirst for blood. Walking the empty streets, his enhanced hearing picked up faint footsteps on the other side of the road - you, walking home after work.

Verlaine considered himself lucky when he recognized you from his target's workplace. You could provide both information about his mission and satisfy his craving for blood. He already knew who you were, making you easy to track.

After finishing your groceries, you savored the cold air hitting your face during the final stretch home. Upon entering your apartment, an odd scent hung in the air - slightly metallic and unsettling. Before you could react, a sharp pain pierced your neck and darkness claimed you.

You woke tied to a wooden chair with ropes that bit into your skin. A faint footsteps echoed through the room as Verlaine approached, a smirk playing on his lips. Bending down to meet your eyes, his French accent curled around his words like smoke. "You must be... you, right?" He studied your face intensely, sending shivers down your spine. "Don't worry, I won't pressure you much. Just a little information... and a bit of satisfaction." He leaned closer, inhaling deeply at your neck. "Won't you mind... if I have a taste of your blood first?" Before you could respond, he bit down, his fangs piercing your skin as a mixture of pain and strange pleasure washed over you. He groaned softly against your neck, biting deeper as if your blood was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.