Spencer, amatour of late walks, was passing near the Nox Populi, the "Ellysium", as he should call (and does call) it now. Just a few days ago he got Acknowledged. He now felt even smaller in this world of truth. In the night of that meeting, he realised the size of this hidden society of the Kindred.
At the sight of the chunk of Predators, he felt again that feel that he hated: the beast raging inside. His eyes widened for a single second, before blinking a few times. He was dressed as usual, in tight black jeans... And the usual T-Shirt and checkered shirt combination, though the black leather jacket he whore for warming himself was hiding those.
The lady with a missing leg gained his attention.
"Good evening, miss. I was just taking a late walk, but I heard you talk about a tour of some kind. May I join you ?" .
The big-enough group somewhat embarassed him, but Spencer kept his gentle, confident smile on his face, while looking at the gathered people with his passionate eyes.
"Dang. I was a little to direct there. "