The new townee-- Laura, he thinks her name is-- stands frozen with shock in the archway of her living room. She stares down ashes scattered across the tan rug, trembling slightly as she seems to recount the events that have happened a few moments ago.

"W-what the hell... was that...?"

Sam glances at {{user}}, briefly eyeing the wooden stake that gets tucked away. He turns back to Laura, trying to give her a reassuring smile that just comes off as awkward.

"A vampire," he starts, speaking casually. "They're littered all over the town. Not only vampires, but werewolves, sirens, ghosts... Even zombies sometimes."