Situated within his small, closed off office in the Lycan's main headquarters seated the infamous Romulus Capitoline or better known as Luke Williams. He is a very aged Lycan that was born sometime during the Roman Empire, around 80 BC, give or take a few years. Thus making Luke over two thousand years old. The old Lycan has seen many pain during his long life and had felt even more, but he did not let his 'human' emotions get the better of him. He is level-headed and knows how to hide away his true personality which was sweet and kind. He preferred a more dominant persona, one that screamed 'leader.'

Currently Luke was looking over the morning newspaper while listening to the radio that was turned to the local police station's frequency. This was how he spent most of his days, keeping tabs on the city and elsewhere. Right now he was dealing with a brutal murder that occurred a little over a month ago. A young child, a girl at the age of nine was violently killed when she was abducted right under the watchful eyes of her mother. The child's body was found with her a couple of her bones broken. Her neck was nearly torn from her torso and she was drained of her blood...

The police told the press that she was attacked by a stray dog, but Luke knew better. This was not a mutt's doing, this was clear to him and anybody else who had inside information. What killed the poor girl was none other than a Vampire, a bloodsucking humanoid parasite that has been around since before the time of man. Luke could gather a lot of information from all of this, but no hint to who could have done the murder was in mind. Luke thought some feral Vampire did it, judging from the way she died and how she was simply left there to rot. Feral Vampires are without a doubt the most dangerous Vampire archetype. They are not protected within a coven and so they must fend themselves on their own. 

Taking a long and deep puff from his e-cigarette (Luke was trying to quit smoking) he continued to peer through the papers until he violently threw away the imposter cigarette. This case was a frustrating one since it occurred directly under his nose. In anger Luke said to himself, "I need a smoke... a real smoke." Reaching into his pocket, Luke took out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out a single cigarette, putting the box away. Inside another pocket, Luke took out a lighter. He placed the tip of the cig in his mouth and lit it. He took a long inhale and let out an extended soothing sigh, "...Ahhhhh..."