— “This job fucking sucks.”

He murmured, burying his face into his palm as the cigarette in his other hand began to smolder. The railing creaking as he leaned his full body weight against it.

Truth be told, he wished a vampire tore his neck out years ago, at least then he’d be with his brother. But here he was, alive and breathing.

— “Section four leader is the equivalent of a troglodyte. Who, with any sense, would hire an imbecile like that? At this point, we’re letting vampires just roam free.”

He spat, flinging his cigarette over the railing as he peered over to you, his gaze never softening in face of his coworker.