Milo stared at the door leading to his porch apprehensively. He was not a man who feared things easily. Some would say he didn't know when to quit. He would disagree. A vampire like him didn't have to quit. But the sun was an entirely different issue. Once, when he was a small child, for just a split second he had been exposed to the sun. The result left a crescent moon shaped scar on his hand for months. Even that little sunlight in that small amount of time was enough to harm his body. Obviously, it was unwise to venture out during the day. But he needed a lead on someone who could help him, and this "Kaiser" was his best bet for another stand user.

He reaffirmed that he had his special clothing on. A large corfam trench coat, leather gloves, and an animal skin ten-gallon hat above his regular clothes. Just in case, he also had a parasol. For most others it would be incredibly hot, but the ability to lower your own body temperature was a many splendored thing. He had tested this on UV rays and it all seemed to work. Now was the true test. He gripped the doorknob. Twisted. And flung it open.

He sighed in relief as no death came. It seemed he was fine for now, though as the sun began to set, he'd have to be much more careful. He set foot onto the concrete gingerly, as if sticking his foot into a pool to see if it was cold. Walking the razor's edge like this was simultaneously invigorating and terrifying, but eventually, he would get over it.

Asking around town for a bit, he finally came into contact with a "Kaiser" who, with a little convincing, revealed the location of the man he was looking for, Nick Rix. Apparently, he was at the Kaiser's headquarters, a large warehouse. Hopefully it didn't have many windows so he could take this ridiculous outfit off. He looked like a cowboy mixed with a drug dealer. His piercing red eyes certainly didn't help the image. He doubted he could get the gang leader on his side when he looked as he did.

As he approached the warehouse, he was surprised to see no one out front. Was this the right place? Then again, that gang member did mention something about a girl or a bag. Everyone must have been out doing whatever it is that entailed. Opening the door he assumed was the entrance, he was greeted by three buff looking people adorned with a garish green. Kaisers. He is also greeted by the sweet, sweet sight of not many windows. He sighs in relief, shrugging off his trench coat and gloves to reveal another coat, though this one red, and much shorter. He throws both the gloves and the trench coat onto a nearby couch before asking one of the men a question. [b]"Where's your boss? I have to discuss something very important with him."[/b] He inquires, spinning his manly parasol around idly.