Sunlight flows through the windows. At daytime, the VRZ (Vampiric Residential Zone) sleeps, the streets being patrolled by private security forces. The operators are armed to the teeth, loaded for war against any threat, from within or outside.
Ever since the Fall of the Masquerade six years ago, and ever since the rampages were stopped violently, vampires have been slowly becoming a part of normal life. They're becoming a thing you have to live with now, because in every major city, VRZs exist. No vampire is allowed outside, but they're living a life of luxury. The grass is always greener on the other side, and humans envy what they perceive as preferential threatment.
A lone coffin sits in the center of the room. Safe from those who would seek it harm. The wooden boards beneath it, the colorful decorations on the wall, if it weren't for the power emanating from within, this would just be a regular room in a regular house.
Nobody should be in here. Especially not a Hunter. A vampire's dwelling is sacred, and to violate it invites retribution.
