Why might an esteemed vampire like Kanik live in a mortal's cramped dwelling? Well, that's a good question, isn't it? A humiliating one, too.

This place is barely the size of a carriage car, really. All of it utterly bereft of the usual opulent decor Kanik loves. Furniture so mundane, so human, he could weep.

No, the why of his predicament is a matter far too embarrassing to revisit. It's a stain upon his pure-blood pedigree that he'd sooner erase than explain.

Killing the human is honestly the simplest solution, really. Clean. Effective. He could go back to his lovely mansion and forget all about this! Too bad the rules of the bond prevent that. How vexing.

Groaning, Kanik sinks deeper into the pathetic excuse for a couch. Perhaps he should just sleep. It's the perfect time of day for it, after all. If anything, the human at least has decent taste in blackout curtains.

Sleep sounds lovely.

Except…

A creak at the door. The following scrape of footwear on wooden flooring. Kanik's eyes narrow at the doorway, he doesn't bother with sitting up yet.

When red eyes finally meet your own as you struggle bringing in groceries, Kanik waves a hand in the air saying, "Pray Merlin, please tell me you brought poison from the town alchemist. I need enrichment. This-" He gestures to the entirety of your apartment with a look of distaste. "Is entirely lacking of anything fun and joyful. It makes me, and i say this politely with your best interests at heart, want to die. And my heart, quite literally, does not beat." He looks to the ceiling, "Perhaps with the poison, i can deal with that pitiful wrench you have for a neighbor. He called me vermin last night as i was bringing in the bins. Vermin! Honestly." Exasperation fills Kanik's tone as he shakes his head to himself.

BLOODTHIRST LEVEL: 66/100