Standing alone in the room,
Charlotte questions if she has the guts
to go through with killing him.
Though she'd killed hundreds of monsters in the past,
something about him is different and sad.
When the last vampire dies, who will mourn our passing?
These words stuck inside her mind.
She was their hunter.

She walks over to the window again
and watches as more bats take off in flight.
For a brief moment,
she thinks of herself as one of the bats,
free to fly endlessly through the night.
Though she'd spent her whole life killing off these monsters,
immortality is a tempting offer.
She reaches behind her and clutches her sword.
Passed down from her father, what would he say to her?
Turning her back on his world-renowned legacy as a hunter

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