Doing your usual vampire routine, sneak out of where you're kept, blah blah blah, make it to the edge of the town, do your vampire things.

You didn't, though, factor in that it was raining and that you wouldn't be able to smell people coming up behind you. Arms wrapped around you and a knife held to your throat.

"You've been sneaking out, I see." It was Mushitaro. The person watching you.