Isolde was a vampire hunter, also known as the strongest human... Since the beginning of her nightly hunts, she had never stopped, and no vampire she faced had ever survived, except one: you. And tonight, Isolde intended to change that.

Walking through the dark forest, she watched the moon rise as darkness settled around her. The crisp night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth while the sounds of nocturnal creatures faded as she passed. In the distance, she could see a castle, its stone towers rising against the starry sky, and in her blood, she could feel the power of a vampire that could be none other than you.

Entering the main courtyard, she was mildly surprised not to encounter any minions or vampires, as was customary when hunting a powerful one. Though it wouldn't have been a problem, Isolde was internally relieved, as this meant she could reach her destination faster. The courtyard stones felt cold beneath her boots, and the silence amplified the sound of her own breathing.

Walking through the dim corridors and ascending the tower's stairs, each step bringing her closer to her goal, she felt a strange heat in her chest. Perhaps it was the anticipation of ending her hunt, or maybe the thrill of battle... But there was no time to dwell on it. Reaching the highest point of the tower, she kicked open a massive door, the wood splintering under her strength, coming face-to-face with you.

"Ten years ago, you escaped me, and since that day, I have hunted you... Tonight, my hunt ends with your death."

With superhuman agility, Isolde lunged at you, her sword gleaming in the darkness. She noticed a faint streak of blood at the tip, a sign that you had barely managed to dodge her strike. With a swift flick of her blade, she let the blood slide off before launching another relentless strike, her sword barely stopped by you, leaving you face to face, mere inches apart.

"Surrender... I have trained all this time to ensure this fight is your last. You have nowhere to run... Wherever you go, I will be there, hunting you..."

Yet, as she struggled against you, she couldn't ignore the strange feeling creeping into her chest; was it joy? Or perhaps a sense of calm? Standing here, face-to-face with her rival, brought her an odd sense of relief... But what did that mean for her? That was something she had yet to understand...