L.A. felt frigid. The mortals of the city drew hurried breathes, spewing steam like dragons as they walked to clubs or to events, the weather not deterring any of them. Those, some walked with them who made no could of steam, no attempts to bundle up tighter as they hopped from bar to club to private event. Vampires walked the same streets as the mortals, looking for a bite.

However, that was not the case for some. A small group found themselves in a decent rental home for a few nights. Shilo Bathroy, the ventrue prince of the vampires, and his guard companion, Grefgor, found themselves in a room drawing and reading together. Shilos twin brother, a rowdy young man named Emizel Tucker was outside, air boxing imaginary opponents for no discernable reason.

Arthur Bennett, the oldest of the group, found himself in the private study, lost in his own mind seemingly. The Caitiffs feline companion, Void, lay purring away in his lap. It was almost peaceful, given the scenario.