Damien hurried his feet as he walked home. The woods were getting more dense, and sun was getting precariously low. He whispered a plea not to be caught outside the walls of Zeigsturhl before the gates closed. Vampires were rare, but they asked no questions and took no prisoners. Unfortunately, somehow, he was lost. A mist began building slowly as the air began to cool. He was growing incredibly anxious. "Hello!" He called, just to see if anyone, any humans, might be near enough to lead him home.