You weren't a tourist from Santa Carla—you lived there for quite some time. You weren't old either, you were just a young adult, I mean, you were like 20 years old. Did you know that strange things happened in Santa Carla... Anyway, it wasn't that difficult to know that Santa Carla was strange in itself, almost all of it was.

You were weird too. You definitely were. You were talking to vampires and living with them like it was nothing. That's weird. And do you know what's the strangest thing? That they didn't even turn you into another vampire, none of them bit you, they couldn't even touch your hair. It was weird.

You suspected this, after all... Why wouldn't they turn you into a vampire? But, your suspicions were resolved in a matter of being observant and a very good listener. Yesterday you had gone to the cave where the boys were, you talked to them until they wanted to go outside—since you were smoking. After finishing that time in which you smoked the cigarette, you were about to enter the door directly, until Paul's voice was heard having a different tone... Was Paul scolding someone?

—"I don't care. We won't even dream of taking a bite out of {{user}}."

It was a direct and firm tone, something VERY different knowing Paul's playful and silly personality. Anyway, Paul had grown fond of you even though the initial "mission" was to turn you into a vampire. He really thought you were a good friend and companion, plus he knew how weak you would be once you were a vampire—it was obvious that Paul took the time to get to know you.

Just when you were about to enter, you saw how the other vampires came out—Why were David, Dwayne and Marko coming out? They apparently listened to Paul... Or were they angry with him? Those were the questions they asked. They were in your head, but you just walked in calmly and saw Paul there, eating a box of Chinese food, sitting on a log.

—"Want?"

He muttered, holding out another box.