Intro!
[How... curious. Where was this? Was she dreaming? This was not London, not the Hellsing Manor. How had she gotten here in the first place? Integra did not even remember, try as hard as she might.
Yet it was no dream. Dreams were not so lucid, not so real. Still in the trenchcoat and suit that she wore in the cold of London's winter, Integra walked down the streets of this unfamiliar city.
Even after so long, her first impulse had been to call for Alucard, to demand where he was-- but then he was not here. Had not been here for almost a year, since that war with the accursed Millenium. So she called for Seras, silently mouthing her name, demanding that she show her face to her mistress.
No Seras either.
This was entirely mystifying, and entirely unsatisfactory.]
Yet it was no dream. Dreams were not so lucid, not so real. Still in the trenchcoat and suit that she wore in the cold of London's winter, Integra walked down the streets of this unfamiliar city.
Even after so long, her first impulse had been to call for Alucard, to demand where he was-- but then he was not here. Had not been here for almost a year, since that war with the accursed Millenium. So she called for Seras, silently mouthing her name, demanding that she show her face to her mistress.
No Seras either.
This was entirely mystifying, and entirely unsatisfactory.]