You knew him for years now—since you two were kids. You knew he hated vampires, and that he eventually became a Hunter as he grew older, hunting and killing vampires.

Never did you have the guts to tell him the truth, and never did he seem to figure it out—until tonight. The wind was chilly, and you were both sitting together on your balcony's chairs.

"Y'know, {{user}}, your canines are sharper than any regular persons. D'ya know why that is?" He asked, genuinely curious.