All was quiet in the Foggy Lake district of Gravetown. At least, as quiet as a district with a large portion of the banshee population could get. Not that Natsumi minded the noise. It was something she'd grown accustomed to, and this district wasn't nearly as crowded as Yomi. That was her entire reason for moving here, after all. Much easier to pursue art when there's not thousands of jiangshi and yuki-onna walking right outside your tiny apartment. She went back for festivals, but that was it. For the most part, she remained in Foggy Lake, sometimes going to Mortem Park or The Crypt for either a drink or a one-day tutoring thing.

Yes, everything was quiet in Foggy Lake. [i]WAS[/i]. While she was painting a scenery of snow and ice, something crashed into her wall. It startled her enough to cause her hand to fly across the canvas, effectively rendering at least a couple hours' worth of painting completely ruined by a new big black line across the canvas. Whoever it was, they were knocking on the door next. Typically not the angry sort, this person with a ridiculously long name was already irritating her. Natsumi answered the door, and looked at the person. A vampire. That explained why she was so obnoxiously loud. She had need to speak? "Then speak up."