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It wasn’t often that Baekho went out drinking- he was still young and his upbringing was strong enough that drinking still felt wrong to him, even if he was perfectly legal. But it’d been a hard night- well a busy one with the cops called on the club he normally worked at and alot of hassle from the club goers. Some nights he just couldn’t stand people, and tonight was one. He let out a breath as he sat at the bar, a strange and yet familiar scent reaching his nose, though he ignored it. “I’ll just have an old fashion bourbon-” It’d burn but with the way his metabolism worked, he’d need something a little strong.

Suho came to his senses and immediately was aware that something was wrong. Something was horribly, horribly wrong. His vision was spinning suggesting the after effects of being drugged, and even in the altered state, he could feel dull aches all over his body, accented by the cool breeze that washed over his exposed body. 

Looking around he found himself lying down, handcuffed to a fence. There was barely anything left of his shirt and his pants were undone and torn clean off past the knees, the scent of blood filling his nose from the cuts on his forehead and legs. 

He then began to remember the events of the night before, the mission that had gone horribly wrong, the traps, running through the endless field only to be captured and then tortured for information he didn’t have. 

Figuring that they had no need for him, they dumped him here. The area of town had long been abandoned by most humans with sense as it had become overrun with vampires. He assumed his captors must be watching from somewhere. The Red Captain always did have the strangest ideas for torture. Seemed like “killed by bloodsuckers” was going to be his newest entertainment. 

Once he caught the scent of blood, fresh blood, it didn’t take the fledgling vampire long at all to find his prey. He skulked out of the shadows with a grin, clad in ragged layers of black that belied how pale his once tan skin had become.

“Greetings ladies, gentlemen, and fellow students, If any of you spend ample amounts of time within the  library at the university then I’m sure we’ve crossed paths. Hopefully it wasn’t for anything, but pleasant reasons as I expect all the rules to be followed within the halls of my workplace.”

”On a lighter note, I just wanted to say that I don’t usually agree to participating in student films such as this one, but the proceeds are for a charitable event and I don’t mind giving my time when I’m able to. They told me to speak about myself, but there’s not too much to say. They told me to ‘let my hair down,’ unfortunately; I am far from the type to do this. Perhaps I’ll start with the usual jargon.” He gave a brief pause before continuing on.

”I’m Tomo Leon Kurata, a 2nd year theology and philosophy graduate student who’s studying aboard this semester in Korea. I’m a mixture of Japanese and British, as if this heavy accent wasn’t a dead giveaway; I hail from London,” Pausing for a moment, he shook his head a bit. “My colleagues say I often act decades older than I am; an old soul, they call me. I can be a bit cold when first meeting someone, but that’s because I’m somewhat of a recluse to begin with. Regardless, if you ever need my assistance while in the library don’t hesitate to ask. I am always willing to lend a hand to those in need, within reason as I don’t like my time wasted. Well, that’s about all I have to say. Make sure you all donate what you can, there’s a box going to be set up in the library as one of the locations so at least stop by to do that. Have a good day.”

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