Scaramouche had no clue he was being stalked. He was tip-toeing through the streets, in search for an elusive vampire that had been terrorizing the local area. He was very skilled, judging by his attire, and the fact that he had an entire duffle bag with him to carry his weapons. He carried a crossbow, aimed and ready.

"Where could it be..?" He muttered, clearly focused. He was beginning to get a bit annoyed, since he'd been hunting the vampire down for about an hour now. He almost gave up.