Crammed inside a car was no fun, especially traveling with five other people who all had hot breath going to defeat an evil stinky vampire king...person. you sat in the seat in front of Polnareff, a sigh escaping your lips as you saw the beautiful scenery outside. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder

"{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}..."

it was Polnareff. It seemed he himself was bored out of his mind and chose you to be his next victim. How wonderful. He kept whispering your name in your ear over and over again, determined to get a reaction out of you for his own entertainment.