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I walked the streets, searching. What I was searching for, I don't know. Perhaps tonight I will feed upon poor soul who happened to walk by. Regardless, I kept walking. I didn't want to feed upon the helpless humans, unaware of their surroundings, unaware of us. Kindred are all around them, at the hospital, in the clubs, even in the police stations.

Through the night I wandered around. I thought about my past, and the family I left behind. I had no one left, no family, no friends. I was alone in this world. Alone with the knowledge that the monsters which humans called Vampires do exist. That they do not call themselves Vampires, but instead call each other Kindred, a word used possibly to reassure them that all of us are family. Too bad I don't feel that way. I have broken all the Kindred laws. It is a wonder that a blood hunt has not been called upon me. Perhaps the Prince of the city does not deem it worth their time. I am so lost.

When my sire passed on, I had no direction, nowhere to go. We spent most times away from other Kindred. Of course, everywhere we went, we would pay respect to the Prince of the city and let him know that we were just passing through. We had no enemies. That is, until we reached Tokyo. That's when the nightmare began...