Labyrinth tilted his head slightly. Labyrinth will be able to defend himself, Agent Tehra. There was a pause. Information logged. The area ahead is likely an ambush.

The male listened to Tehra's explanation of the vampires, noting her use of the word "compel." It made sense, as vampiric charm was spread throughout the knowledge base he held on such creatures. Their enhanced beauty and compulsion abilities were definitely something to be wary of, but Labyrinth figured the chances of him being effected were low. Then again, he'd been surprised repeatedly that day.

Labyrinth blinked, noting the flicker of movement ahead of them as they continued on. Tehra began to share how she arrived at the agency. Two years of her life had been spent with monsters - situations like these weren't surprising to her, then. The criminal blinked when Tehra cut herself off suddenly, unable to speak. The trauma of the moment must have been too much for her. The agent's vitals were certainly proof that she was compromised.

"Visual confirmation of the generator. Do you see any movement near it?"

Labyrinth paused as though searching for movement, and just as the soft sound of the earpiece alerted Tehra that he was about to speak, a voice echoed through the room. It was difficult to tell where it came from.

"Light glinting off of metal. Approaching slowly. The smell of death, frightening. What happened here? Everything so brutal. It looks like his work."

The voice was soft, slightly accented - then Labyrinth's gaze shot to the darkest shadows near the generator itself. There was something there - it was a male's voice, and though the criminal couldn't see what was there, Tehra could see the individual quite well. It was a young man, staring at them with unblinking eyes. He was most certainly a vampire - one could tell from the front of his clothing that he'd been feeding.

"Movement. Always ahead, why never seen? Lights. Turn the lights on, and everything will be safe."

The words were strange, almost like thoughts. Strangely, they sounded like they were the thoughts of either Tehra or Labyrinth instead of a vampire plotting their demise.

No signs of life. Creature marked as undead. Labyrinth kept his gaze on the still creature, trying to reboot his sight once again.

"Threat, no threat? A boy, but one of them." His voice changed, becoming less monotone and more curious. "One of them. Why am I one of them?" This time he lifted his red eyes to Tehra, as though asking the question.