The drink in his hands was almost room temperature. It could never get warm, his body had no heat. Joseph pushes it back and forth as he watches the crowds. Something had happened, this used to be fun. Going out amongst the herd and finding nourishment. Instead it feels tedious, the hunt here was boring. The urge to run some of the clubbers down is almost too strong but he holds back. This was not his turf and it was in public.
So he sits, wondering what's going on below in the Elysium, content to wait and watch the crowd. Watching the night go by.
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