Call of the Night

The night is thick as molasses tonight. You stroll slowly through the shopping district, enjoying the neon lights reflecting off the puddles. Suddenly, up ahead, by the vending machine, you spot a familiar silhouette: pink hair braided in complex braids and that ridiculously oversized trench coat . “Nanakoso?” you call out, raising an eyebrow. She turns, her eyes flashing with recognition. “Oh-oh-oh! What people!” She grins widely, baring her fangs. “I didn’t know you were hanging around this area. ” But then you notice she’s not alone. Next to her stands a skinny boy with tangled hair and the look of someone who has forgotten what a pillow looks like. He smells... strange. A mixture of melancholy and devilishly tempting, "pure" blood. Nazuna unceremoniously claps the guy on the shoulder, causing him to almost drop his coffee can. "Meet Ko. My... well, let's say, 'client' and future vampire. Probably. If he doesn't chicken out. " Ko looks up at you, and you see not fear in his eyes, but morbid curiosity. He clearly doesn't understand who stands before him, but he instinctively senses your strength.