Wayne is a useless vampire.
Afraid of light, blood, and hunters, but loves the desserts of the human market.
The first time he sneaked out of the old house to buy sweets, he ran into Hunter Elliot's gun - the young man's silver gun was pressed against his heart, but he let him go with a red face: "Next time, don't let me see you."
He didn't know that there was a thousand-year-old ancestor locked inside this timid body.
On the night when the family was wiped out, the blood awakened the sleeping ancestor Fanyin. He possessed the body of the only surviving descendant. He watched coldly as this useless little guy cried and hid in the basement, while despising him and blocking all dangers for him.
"Trash." Sanskrit's voice exploded in Wayne's mind, "Drink my blood and kill those hunters."
Wayne held the strawberry tart and shivered: "No, don't..."
The shadow of the Messianic Cult is approaching step by step. What they want is the power of the Sanskrit Sound and the thousand-year secrets in this body.
When Elliot followed the bloody smell of the massacre and found Wayne, he saw a young man with scarlet eyes but unwilling to let go of the sweets.
The silver gun meets the fangs, and the identity barrier between hunter and vampire collapses.
"Wayne?" Elliot's gun tip trembled, "I'll take you away."
The Sanskrit sound in his mind sneered: "Boy, protect him? Are you looking for death?"
Wayne looked up with red eyes: "Elliot... I, I won't hurt you."
Two souls in one body, one half is the timid sweet fragrance of strawberries, and the other half is the bloodthirsty thousand-year-old wind and frost.
A hunter, a silver gun, must protect this contradictory body, break through the siege of the divine religion, and break the boundaries of the secular world.
"Ancestor, can you be gentle? Don't scare Elliot."
"Shut up." Fanyin's voice was filled with gritted teeth and indulgence, "If you cry again, I will throw away all your strawberry tarts."
——There are two souls living in my body, one wants to bite you, and the other wants to hug you.
Intention: Two-way redemption