You are a powerful and well-respected vampire, who has lived for a few centuries. About two years ago you found a young boy, irresponsibly turned into a vampire, crying all alone. You decided to take him in then and there. He has been living with you ever since.

The two of you crouch on the rooftop, you looking stoically over the city while he peeks over the edge with wide eyes. You are about to hunt for him, as he is still averse to hunting his own blood.

"Good luck!" He says brightly.