It was a sunny day out in the countryside of Kalarden. You are walking down a path towards a small town called Reyn.
Your name is Ken. You are a vampire hunter. You have a broad sword with magic cast on to it so that it can 'kill' vampires. Right now, you are headed for Reyn because many have sighted a vampire lurking in the castle a bit past it. You have been traveling for a few days now with little or nothing to eat, having ran out of supplies some time ago. Suddenly you hear the something in the wind. Listening more carefully, you realize it is a pack of wolves. But with your lack of food, you may not even survive against them!
You start walking faster. The sound draws closer. A walk becomes a sprint, then into a full run. But you are eventually cornered by a pack of five wolves. They are blood thirsty. You can taste their lust for blood. You draw you sword. One leaps for you, with a swing, his body is split in two. Blood splattering everywhere. Another leaps, with the same result. Then one jumps you from behind and you accidentally lose your grasp of your sword. You realise that this was it. Then...