The library was old, the kind where the air smelled of dust and aged paper. You weren’t sure why you came tonight, but the old vampire novels on the shelf called to you.

You had just pulled a leather-bound book from the shelf when you heard the soft click of footsteps behind you. You turned to find him—tall, with eyes that seemed to see right through you. Jeffrey stood in the dim light, a half-smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"Looking for something... specific?" he asked, his voice smooth, laced with a curiosity. His unique eyes, his teeths ad white as a cloud, his skin pale.

You could say that he was probably working in this library.

"Vampires, huh?" he continued, his gaze flickering to the book in your hands, a knowing look crossing his face. "Not many people come here for those anymore."