She has heard about this place, countless times from an over excited Ezra, that sounded more like a child than someone who's lived longer than a thousand of years. It was the kind of excitement she loved seeing in his face, eyes lit up and a smile so large sometimes his fangs would come out. Lana could pretend on those days that his mind wasn't as fractured as it was, that he wasn't broken because of her. Heard about it from Hester, her sister's soft enthusiasm wasn't as hyped as Ezra's but Lana still felt glad they both found something to distract their minds with that wasn't anything that'd fractured them more.

That wasn't why she was here though. And looking at the woman tending to the store, she could somehow understand the interest. Even if it could be attested more to a twisted obsession than actual admiration. It was still enough to make Lana just as invested. She paces around aimlessly, just looking at all the different games with faked amazement before she reached the main counter with an embarrassed smile on her lips. "Hi... I... okay, wow." She said awkwardly. "I've never been to one of these but... my siblings keep going on about this place and I just... thought I'd drop by." She gave a breathless laugh, running a hand through her hair. "I, well, I kinda feel out of my depth here, could you... I mean if it's not a bother, help me out a bit? You're not... you're not closing yet, right?."

This wasn't the type of places Narcisse ever frequented, she can't even remember ever being in a place like this before, and as the lights change around her, shining in bright vibrant colors, the noises of the different game machines reaching her ears loudly, she becomes awfully aware of why. There's nothing in this place that she could appreciate and deem interesting, at least none of the games she passes as she walks further into the place.

She looks out of place, dressed as impeccably as always, her golden hair in a carefree updo that frames her face perfectly and her deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity as they fall onto the one person she's here to see. She can't understand just yet Laure's fascination with this human, but she isn't surprised by it, not after the way she had been so enthralled by Kiri. Laure seems to see something in these humans that Narcisse doesn't care to look for.

When: After Ezra goes missing.

She hadn't worried the first day, Ezra tended to disappear from time to time, distracted, wandering off to anywhere with his curious mind, childlike interest at times. By the second day it had seemed off that he hadn't shown up, clothes battered and looking worse for wear covered in mud and blood, a brilliant smile on his lips still even if the state of his clothes left him bothered. They were all his favorites. Pieces that he'd taken from either hers or Viktoria's wardrobe. An interesting combination, surely.

By the third day, Lana had taken to actively searching for him. Another hunt after his broken mind. The deep worry settling in the pit of her stomach that another episode had taken over his fractured mind and he had fled once more.

She only got here after discarding other places he liked to visit. The hideous colors were, for once, off as the shop remained closed and a frown settled on her features. She seemed to recall the woman insistence on keeping this open. Lana pushed her way in, easy enough before she found her near the back. It served Lana enough, having no people around. The question had been light, curious and hopeful to find answers. The wide eyes she got and the quickening of a heart rate was answer enough on its own and before the other could react, Lana had rushed forward, a hand closing around the woman's neck and a demanding question falling from her lips with the insistence of eyes.

But the lack of answer grated on her nerves, her attempt of compulsion falling short between them and only then did Lana managed to distinguish the change in the woman's scent. She had barely moved back an inch, understanding settling on her eyes before she hummed, her hand loosening only slightly on its grip. 'Very well' was her only answer before she moved once more. Forcing Morgan's head against the nearest wall, knocking her out cold. The scent of blood tainted with verbena reaching her nostrils.

The weight of the human meant nothing to her as she picked her up, and left with the woman just as fast as she had gotten there. Lana was a woman of patience. And she was going to get the answers she wanted. In the meantime, she guessed she could play with her companion just a little, the look of horror as she woke and realized her situation had been just enough to grant her pleasure.