Wulfric wasn't getting too strong a track off the eviscerated man's murderer, but something else caught his attention just the same... from directly above him, he could feel a thick miasma of... emptiness. It wasn't just the mental state of sociopaths, but... something different; yet, for Wulfric, not at all unfamiliar. Eye'ing the emergency outside staircase of a nearby block, the vampire ascended. The miasma was becoming stronger and stronger. Wulfric remembered that meeting from a century ago like it was yesterday - him and Slenderman, fighting. Eventually, neither won out - while Slenderman was much more powerful than the vampire per se, Wulfric's unique abilities uniquely countered Slendy's. The Faceless himself wouldn't be here, to be sure, so proxies were the most likely inhabitants of the particular rooftop.

"I do not mean ill" voiced Wulfric after he lept off onto the rooftop, meeting the gaze of two hooded figures. They were probably not startled by his presence, but better safe than sorry. Wulfric did not intend to feud with Slenderman or any of his associates. "I just wish to attain information. As you may have noticed, there's a fresh, disfigured corpse in the vicinity. I have strong reasons to suspect that the killer is very nearby. I would like to end that person's life. Have you seen any fugitives around?"

Saying this, Wulfric subtly cusped his hand around the hilt of his fake umbrella. Slenderman didn't seem the forgetful type, he probably did tell all his proxies about Stensian vampires and Blurs, but, yet again, better safe than sorry.