ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ / ᴀʀᴛᴇᴍʏ ʙᴜʀᴀᴋʜ / @khatangher
     Without a sire, fledglings are doomed to a short existence. Someone somewhere is bound to find them and destroy them ------ other kindred who fear they are an inherent threat to the masquerade, hunters who find weak prey to pick off, and sometimes due to their own stupidity. She cannot help but feel terrible for this one, though she refrains from interfering too much if she can help it. She follows them instead, through her birds and occasionally on foot. She finds the body he and his companion buried out in the woods, then doubles back to see what she can locate.
Her resources in Russia are woefully lacking. The Camarilla has too much power in Moscow and that makes it difficult for someone like Yunji to move about freely. She’d had to make arrangements through Fiorenza for safe passage through the town for her duration of her stay and even then she doesn’t know how long that will last. So whatever she intends to do, she will have to work quickly. Moscow was meant to be a stop on the way, not an extended vacation.
One day her bleeding heart will be the death of her. For now... how should she approach this? She could break in and see what she can learn about the boy, but there isn’t much she could gather from his lodgings that she couldn’t find elsewhere. Kids these days and their digital footprints... ask the right person to pull the right information and it’s that difficult to have the right information all right there in front of you. Daniil Dankovsky is a medical student, he is from a well-connected family that would have made him an ideal Ventrue, and he doesn’t seem to have a lot of hobbies due to his work and class schedule. He has a Facebook page he rarely updates, a Twitter account that is primarily pictures of him and his boyfriend, and subscriptions to Netflix, several academic resources for research, and World of Warcraft.
So no breaking in. She knows enough about who he is that doing so won’t reveal much else. Anything else she needs to learn, she’ll have to learn by speaking directly to him. And so Yunji does something else instead. She goes to his apartment and knocks on the door like a normal person. Except the man who answers isn’t young Dankovsky: it’s another man, one she recognizes from photographs but hadn’t dug nearly as deep into.
Ah, of course he would have his boyfriend over. Yunji hesitates at the door for a moment, clearly taken aback. “...Good evening,” she says. “I’m looking for Daniil. Is he home by chance?”
