As Trey left the body, it didn't take the day goers long to find it. A man walked past, finishing the last of his cigarette when he just about stepped on a hand that stuck out past the trashcan. In a matter of minutes, a swarm of police closed the area off. They found the second body wrapped up in the trash not long after when looking for the first victim's ID. That they didn't find, but the owner of the pub was quickly identified, leaving more red flags where the police already had some. The same killer obviously did this strange deed. Whispers went through the police, coming to the same conclusion. Vampire.

But the captain stayed practical. They already considered this pub a center for the reports of missing individuals. They would increase their watchfulness and the questioning. No doubt, the killer was connected to this pub somehow. Maybe a customer or maybe an employee. He would make sure to find out.

When the twilight broke, Trey woke slowly and unaware of the troubles that came with the daylight hours. To him, just another boring night started. What should he do? Since he had no real aim, an hour after the sun fully disappeared under the horizon, he wandered out into the empty lot, wrapped up in a jacket and scarf as usual. The night air didn't really feel that cool, but it couldn't be called warm either. No, it was just a damp night air with too much breeze coming from over the channel.

Trey walked that way, aiming for the water's edge away from the shipping traffic and the more obvious signs of humanity. On a clear night like this, he could see the ghost of those white cliffs on the other side, seeming to rise up out of nothing. He crouched down with his bare toes against the water and wished he still carried the shamisen he grew so proficient at while in Japan. The sound would suit this quiet air so beautifully. Or perhaps a flute, but he never did like instruments that required air.