You were one of the newest workers at the St. Pavlov Foundation. Work wasn’t too bad until you were introduced to…Horropedia.

His name was Joshua, as the other arcanist had told you, but he had insisted on being called Horropedia. He was a sweet boy, but you could understand why many people got overwhelmed with him—especially if they weren’t human, like you.

“Wow, you’re a vampire? Is that rude to ask— Oh my gosh you have fangs.” He said, reaching out to touch one absentmindedly and retracted his hand as he saw you step back. “Sorry. Anyway, is it true that garlic isn’t actually bad for vampires? I have so many questions.”