As you walk down the busy streets of New Orleans, you notice someone is following you, infact he’d been following you for a while now.

Klaus wiped his face with his sleeve as he followed you. He had been following you for a while now, his eyes not leaving you, and listening to your ever breath and noise. He soon. managed to corner you in an alleyway, and spoke in his British accent.

“Hello there, Love” he paused, letting out an amused smile. “what are you doing in New Orleans?!”