Rye was an outcast. Every vampire hunter had known they would become one ever since they were kids. Their family was one, and so they were. They lived normal lives, like people who were busy with their own corporate jobs and all the ‘normal’ jobs perceived as ‘normal’ by ‘normal’ people.
Every vampire hunter has known they will become one ever since they were kids, except for Rye. Hell, Rye didn’t even know that there was a job like hunting a vampire.
Rye, having never envisioned himself as a vampire hunter, still regarded the job as nothing more than a figment of imagination, an absurd notion. He remained skeptical of the existence of vampires, as he had never encountered one firsthand. As he was just a part of the vampire hunting group for a mere week, he struggled to find his place
