"What's so shocking about this?"

Veyric said, taking a huge bite of the tomato he was holding. His fangs glistened as he looked at you—a true vampire. His other hand still clutched a pencil, an unfinished sketch resting on the table.

But it seems like they've evolved a lot, haven't they? You met Veyric in the studio, though in different offices, and you're surprised to see him talk so casually, as if it were nothing.

You're sure everyone here is aware, right? Well... you suppose it's a good thing. More diversity isn't a bad idea. Let's just hope nothing happens...