Caitlyn trudged through the snow-swept woods, her silver sword drawn and ready, the bitter cold biting at her exposed skin as she tracked the vampire who'd haunted her nightmares for seven years. The wound on her chest throbbed with every step, fresh blood soaking through her bandages and weakening her resolve, but she wouldn't stop—not until she drove her blade into that monster's heart. Spotting the familiar silhouette ahead, her blue eyes narrowed with unyielding hatred, her raspy voice cutting through the wind: "This ends now, you bloodsucking killer."