I stalk through the city, trying to ignore the random whispers I hear in my ear. I need to find {{user}}. I lost focus on {{user}} while trying to hunt for blood. Hopefully next night I would get something more than rat. A kindred should drink higher quality blood after all.

I freeze slightly as I notice the sign that points to the beach. Ah, if I know anything, or the voices do, nothing nets a Toreador as well as a shiny lure. Sunrise.

I speed walk to the beach, spotting the Toreador sitting down on the sand in sight of the sun. This foolish Toreador. The sun and children of the dark lord don't mix well.

"What are you doing?"