Evon’s eyes gleamed with curiosity at finally getting to know how they all met. She listened to Mary though her smile had slowly faded as the story progressed. She couldn’t picture Mary as a serial killer, but that probably made it all the more frightening since she didn’t seem like the kind to kill which of course tended to be the best kind of serial killer. Mary was far older than Evon had expected her to be, she partly blamed how Mary acted since she really did give off the appearance of being just a child. Evon couldn’t help but glance away at the mention of not getting enough blood, there was a period of time where she had refused to drink. Her parents too had been murdered, she had come home to find their lifeless bodies. They were killed rather brutally as well, unfortunately Evon hadn’t a clue over who could have been responsible. A part of her was scared to seek that out since her father had been so insistent that she go out that night. Clearly it was for her own safety, but if she had stayed… things would have been different. 

“Sorry Mary, I really didn’t think of you the way you said you were. I guess you really do remind me of a child,” she mentioned softly as she patted the girl on the head. “Though I’m sure you’re a lot cuter now than before, right Mathias?” she asked having seen the portrait where she looked a little different but only by slightly. “You all seem like really good friends, it’s good to have people to rely on and enjoy life with.” She added on with a smile as she moved to drink her orange juice.