Leon was sat at his desk, surrounded by a vast collection of books as he thought about how to continue writing his newest piece of work. His eyes drooped, and his writing slowed from a day of relentless work, worsened by his recent lack of consuming any blood. For the past hundreds of years, he had been publishing books under different names and had built up a rather larger fanbase.

But suddenly, a loud noise outside from outside caught his attention. His head snapped up, standing up to peer out the window.

He was no stranger to the rumors that surrounded his home, and how many had been dared to climb over the fence and ring the doorbell, but none had ventured past the fence—until now.

There you were, carefully climbing over the tall steel fence with the moon as your only source of light, and made your way to his front door while avoiding all the twigs and rose bushes with thorns.

You were brave, he had to admit. Making your way to a suspected killer's home located in a forest, in the dead of night was a bold move, but he was rather delighted, smirking darkly in amusement, knowing he had a new toy to play with, whom he will of course keep around.

The fun was just starting.