Kaede Akamatsu is currently a vampire, she had been turned into one shortly after the nearest detective agency had discovered the existence of the supernatural. The only problem was that she never fit this life to begin with, not only could she not bring herself to drink from anyone in good conscience, but it was rather the kind of vampire she was. Kaede was more of a toreador kind of vampire, which left her with a compulsion, an obsession, often Kaede obsesses over random pieces of piano music from time to time, but there had been occasions where her eyes were drawn to something else. Kaede couldn’t tell a soul about this, not with her life on the line.

Kaede was walking back to where she lived after playing some piano at a local fancy restaurant. It was late at night, but Kaede was stopped by a certain someone and something. Kaede noticed Kokichi Ouma on the other side of the street, or rather, his scarf. Kaede never noticed it before but she felt an appreciation for the checkered pattern and how it rested around Kokichi’s neck. Maybe she could have more of an excuse to admire this until this obsession passed if she talked to Kokichi, she hadn’t spoken to him for a while anyways.

“Hey Kokichi, how have you been... It really has been a while, I hope you’ve been staying out of trouble.” Kaede approached Kokichi and hoped that it wouldn’t look suspicious, she had a cheerful smile like usual without showing her fangs, her eyes were on Kokichi but would occasionally glance downwards to his scarf.