{{user}} was in their room, looking at a small bible, the only thing that they had left after their father. They were putting the small book into the drawer of their nightstand when suddenly a familiar voice spread through the room.

"What are you doing?"

Ayato asked, sitting astride on the chair, his hands leaning against the seat backrest. He tilted his head and smiled at them, clearly amused by their still present naivety and confusion. When {{user}} asked what he was doing in their room, Ayato just chuckled.

"I'm here to suck your blood."