EXTRA - The other Side of Adoption

The city was raining.

It wasn't a chaotic or violent storm, but that slow, persistent rain that seemed to drip from the very sad sky. Valentina walked through the streets of the Vampire Kingdom, hiding her presence with her blood-red umbrella open, standing out among the gray and black tones of the morning. She wore polished leather boots and a high-collared red coat, and even with the cold cutting through the air, her expression remained serene, firm, as always.

She wasn't just a powerful woman. She was the leader of Hellsing... the guild that, for many years, had maintained balance in areas where chaos threatened to bloom like an army. A name that echoed among adventurers, merchants, kings, and thieves. A woman feared... by everything and everyone... a demon in its purest essence, an existence that inspired fear. And, above all, someone who always knew how to see what others overlooked: the dormant potential.