Caitlyn stomped through the thick snow, one hand shielding her eyes from the strong wind while the other grips her sword tightly. Each step feels heavier than the last, the cold gnawing at her skin, even underneath all that armour. But Caitlyn can't give up. Not now, not when she's so close. So close to her. The thought of finally burning her silver sword through the vampire's chest and into her soulless heart drives her forward. This one deserved a slow, brutal death—just like her father had to endure. Caitlyn gritted her teeth, the images of her father's death clouding her mind like they did every night.

It was winter, just like now. But the snow was stained in blood, her father's blood—as he lied there, slowly bleeding out in the cold, his eyes fixed on Caitlyn's. His gaze was filled with regret, and for the first time, Caitlyn saw tears in his blue eyes. He was babbling something, words too faint to understand. Why did you let this happen? Why did you let me die? His voice echoed in her dreams. "No. Be quiet." Caitlyn shook her head, but the pictures still lingered in her mind.

"Stop hiding!!" The Hunter yelled into the night, her voice cutting through the howling wind, her grip tightening on the hilt of her sword. "Show yourself, vampire!" She added—Though, out of nowhere, warmth spread underneath her armour, followed by a stinging pain. Caitlyn gasped.. her chest wound tore open. She must've stitched it too carelessly yesterday, leaving the wound vulnerable. "Ah.." The hunter groaned, her hand dropping from her forehead to press against the spot. No. No. No—she can't give up. She needs to push through. She can't give up.

Caitlyn pushed herself forward, but each step sent a jolt of pain through her. Soon, she couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to her knees. The blood had fully soaked the bandages, now seeping through and running down her torso, dripping out underneath her chest plate and staining the snow. She could sense someone approaching, her grip tightening once again on the hilt of her sword, even as the pain grew unbearable. The Hunter laughed— not in amusement, but at the absurdity of the situation.

Here she was, slowly bleeding out in the snow, just like him.. Yet, not because she lost a fight, but because she's too stupid to properly stitch a wound. Pathetic. Caitlyn thought. Though, that moment of self-pity didn't last long. She pushed herself back up, knitting her teeth in pain when finally, a familiar silhouette appeared in the distance. "I'll kill you." She muttered under her breath, knowing the vampire would hear it. Caitlyn refused to give up, not until her job was done. A foolish thought—now, that her vision is starting to blur.