All the changes in the world he thought he knew so well were... strange; he didn't exactly have an exact word for how it made him feel, but it made his chest burn, ache slightly, that feeling you get when you realize, even if it wasn't your fault, you missed something, you missed a lot, and now you almost feel... left out?   It was so odd; he was never the type of fussy person to get all vexed because of changes and things he couldn't control, but gods did this leave him feeling... he didn't even want to think about it, about that word... old. He shook that thought out of his head, that damned word, and looked at the paper you handed him the last time you saw him, an address, a location. Hmm, did he get it wrong? He looked up; it was just a dead end here, between this alleyway and wall, but then it hit him, like how he hit the side of his head for not getting it, secret passage.   After touching certain spots on the concrete wall, he almost fell through it, but he caught himself. Phew, that would have been embarrassing—cheeky spell. Then, ah, he looked up; here it was, huh, a little cozy goth hideaway town for vampires; however... that feeling was back; it was more... modern. After a bit, he found what he was seeking down the road and pushed open the store door with a little jingle. You and the goth vampire cat Café you work at, if only places like these existed for vampires back in the day.