He hates his duties, but for the sake of protecting his daughter, he could not afford to disobey a command. So as the evening draws in, he has to swallow his disdain and begin the long hunt once more. It feels like each time he lures a victim back to the Vampire Lord's palace with his honeyed words, the darker his heart grew, but still he is driven by duty. As he begins making his way to the next tavern, he wonders whether his soul would survive the night without becoming tarnished by his duty. Leon tries to bury himself in mundane thoughts to avoid his looming task, but that only serves to strengthen his dread. The only relief from this burden comes from his daughter's smile, and even that can not remove the dark cloud from his heart.

When he enters the local inn, his mood darkens like the night around him as he sits alone at a table, gazing around and waiting until his eyesight comes across someone.