Talk:Dhampir/@comment-26380985-20160414004630/@comment-26852465-20160416013123

My eyes water with a small glimmer of sadness. This Dhampir, the pinnacle of Mamono fashion, reduced to the use of cursed gear. With a deep, weary sigh, I murmur, beneath my hunter's mask.

"You've forsaken your sense of fashion. Thus, your life is forfeit. Please.. forgive me."

Commence visceral attacks.