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Barom’s car stealing was something he was not proud of when it came to his daughter. Isabella knowing about his dark sides or his flaws always made him feel uncomfortable and most of the time like a bad father. What else would he feel? How would a seven year old do with knowing her father was a gay man that stole cars; bonus, he also hated himself. To Barom, it was just best to keep it to himself. However, that night at the local races, the young father had noticed a certain car that gave him a rush of excitement. 

Every time he felt like stealing, Barom would get a feeling in his gut. A feel he got when he was younger. It would always come whenever the odds of him being caught stealing from the neighbors were high. The rush made him feel alive and powerful. Even Isabella seemed to be mystified by the gorgeous piece of metal and power before them. “Daddy, what is that?” she asked as she looked up at him, eyes big with wonder. 

Barom led her closer slowly. The crowd was either distracted or at the tract watching like their lives depended on it. Barom and Isabella were left to themselves. The tingling up Barom’s spine grew as he touched the cool surface of the window. “This, baby girl, is a Vorsteiner Porsche 997 V-RT...” The little girl just nodded, pretending what her father said made any sense. 

“Want to go for a ride?” The words left his mouth before he realized what he was saying. Isabella had never been in a car Barom had stolen and knew it was stolen. He would always make up some story to ease her pretty little head. This car was just too good to pass up. “Turn around and count to thirty for me, okay? Just like how he practice county at home.” The girl was all too pleased to show her father her counting skills, she had just passed a really hard math test. Maybe driving in the pretty card was her reward and Daddy would be just talking to the car fairy to get it open. 

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Sitting in front of his desk, Jongsuk sustained his forehead against his warm palms, sighing deeply. He had been lacking in the past few days, something he actually couldn’t afford, and the papers he had to read through were piling up ever so slowly, but surely.

何にも手につかない。I can’t concentrate on anything.

His coworkers wouldn’t be too pleased if he didn’t work on those papers now, though, he didn’t want to overlook an important detail in the victim’s file, a mistake that could be fatal at one point. Yes, he was ditching right now, but it wasn’t like he was doing it all the time. He was reliable. Just not for today.

鳴らない電話。握り締めてる。A silent phone. I grasp it in my hands. 

Not even a single message nor call did he receive in the last past three hours, leaving a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. Nobody was calling for him, should he really give up on work? For a few more moments, he leaned back in his chair and stared at the files, not even reading them; as if he hoped they’d disappear by his stare. There was no chance. He had to go out.

11.27 PM.

思い出さえも消したい。I want to erase the memories. 

Even if it was just for tonight or just for a few hours, he wanted to forget about thick crimson leaking out of pale flesh, about the smell of decay and chemicals, about the cruelty of humanity that became his daily life. The liquor that ran down his throat felt like acid, making him feel slightly better. Greater pain fights the pain one felt before and so drew his sore intestines the attention from his pounding temples. Dizziness clouded his mind after his ninth shot, but he was grateful for it, for letting him think about absolutely nothing. 

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AJ had rolled her eyes, feeling rather impatient with thiscustomer. How many times did she repeated her line again? Was it five or seven?She wanted to say something off, something rude but she was at work. She shouldnot be rude at times like this. This job was definitely testing her patience,and this boy is getting on her nerves. She sighed, upon saying her line for theeight time.

They had just come home from a night of feeding. After finishing later than intended, Jin offered his buddy to come sleep over because his place was quite near and getting home was just a few portals away. Now, Jin was getting ready for bed, coming out of his bathroom hair wet, shirtless and in shorts too short to be even worn in public.  

“I want you to sleep with me?” Jin ruffled through his wet hair like it was nothing, trying his best to let his hair air dry but it was barely near damp, so he guesses he’d be sleeping with wet hair tonight.

“Beside me?” He sat down comfortably on his bed, legs crossed and arms up high as he stretched his tired muscles after such a night of hunting.

“Trust me, the bed is better than the floor, I know, I’ve tried it.” Jin laughs and pats on the bed. 

Jin barely had any thoughts of naughtiness in his head, he was tired and all he wanted was to retreat and have a good night’s rest. Hunting was indeed fun with the other but just equally as tiring. The Cambion knew sleeping on the floor or on the couch would not be a best idea for his buddy, besides, his bed is big enough for two to fit 

On top of a rooftop building, two beings stood with a thirst for human blood. The silence of the night filled the cold breeze. The faint glint of the lamp posts that stood high reflect upon the concrete pavements of Seoul. The streets show barely any sign of life, quite different from what it maybe during the day -- there were no cars, no busy pedestrians, barely anything. This sight makes a specific Cambion smirk; it was the perfect night to feed.

There isn’t much of a system that Jin follows during his night on the hunt. However, Jin does not like doing it alone because playing with food seemed much more fun with a friend along. Now standing beside him is Jung Daehyun, one of his best buddies, and one of his favorites to have along when he goes out to get his human cravings over with. They we’re quite a force to be reckoned with during these nights, their powers combined make one hell of a bomb; they make feeding child’s play. Looking back, Jin still is able to vividly remember their first meeting – still amusing him to no end.

It was one of those nights where sleep was the last thing Jin’s mind wanted. His usual remedies for these normal occurrences were long walks and maybe some rift walking – a favorite pass time he loved doing when no one was around. So when he finds himself at a huge abandoned warehouse, one of the places Jin likes to train, he starts jumping around into his portals and different parts of the establishment. 

This specific night was like any other sleepless night of ‘training’, however, tonight he apparently was not alone.