Freminet wandered the forest, it was about the dead of night, so the forest was almost completely silent. Being a vampire and all, this was the only time he could truly roam as freely as he wished.

His boots crunched against the fallen leaves, the chilly wind causing shivers to run down his body. As he continued to walk, he soon came across an open patch of forest.. his gaze landing on you, a witch who was sitting on the dead stump of a tree.

“..Huh?..” He muttered quietly.