[@Phantomlink959][@Blueflame][@Searat]
Griffin spent the night hunting. He had to be careful how much he took from each person. It wasn't easy. His instincts insisted in death but he didn't want to kill anyone. He hated hurting people. But vampires had moved past them. Well most of them. There were some who still wanted the old days. He felt much better once he had blood but it didn't solve his inability to deal with the others. He had gone from having a chance at being a leader to barely being part of the organization.

He got a message from the director saying that he and his partner had a case. He was hesitant. He wasn't sure that he could work with the golem. He felt he needed someone who was better at emotions than he was but he had little choice and he could be wrong. Things hadn't gone well with the others. He headed to the agency.

The others had gathered by the time he arrived. He wasn't sure whether not it was bad that he was the last to arrive. He felt awkward. He didn't want to attract their attention nor did he want to hang back like he was afraid. Finally he approached the group but said nothing.