[@AcaciaMalikov][@Guess Who]

While the two were still getting to know one another, a haggard man, quite positively dripping with water, walked right on by.  Not that it helped with washing out the blood that had set into his jacket.

He was trying to pick out his teeth, which included the vampires' signature set of canines, with his tongue, so there was flash of some nasty bits of flesh here or there.

Most unorthodox...

[@Spybuster][@DrowsyPangolin][@Zetsuko][@MiddleEarthRoze]

It would come to most people's surprise that something of a hobo came walking in, except for the fact that whoever was a Lycan would probably scent out that he was a vampire, if they could get past the near-overpowering stench of blood.

The man simply sat by the window, and casually took out his machete before setting it on the floor.

And then another, from his sleeve.

And then another...

...and another...

By the time he was done, he was considerably thinner than anyone could quite remember, though most of the thanks could be given to the fact that his jacket had so much capacity.  He was probably a hunter, come to think of it.  But what exactly needed so many blades to kill?  He certainly could've used other, more efficient tools if he was to be killing humans too, but...