Vladimir Tod.

You didn't speak to him.

Saw him every so often. He was in some of your classes (had a good relationship with Otis Otis, the mythology teacher). You didn't pay him mind. Until today, that is.

You'd been paired with him for an assignment. A mythology presentation on vampires; something Vladimir seemed to be dreading.

You both set up a time to meet and now here you are, in the Stokerton Public Library, laptops open to a sideshow neither of you seem to be able to start.