The Hotel's more wakeful inhabitants are of some annoyance to Walter. He'd spent most of his Requiem isolated from the Kine, outside of his feeding. He had always felt so compromised around the mortal throngs. As irrational as he knew the fear was, he could never help but fear that a Kine that came too close to him would somehow realize his Vampiric nature.
The irony was murder. At any time, he could force most any mortal to his will, whether through force, bribery, or blatant Domination. But should a mortal learn just that one tiny fact that Walter had died fifty years ago, Walter's control of the situation would quickly disappear. He'd have to go through whatever the circumstance required of him to ensure the silence of any such mortal. It was rather humbling (not a feeling Walter enjoyed) to know that such a simple tidbit could ruin him.
Nonetheless, Walter forced himself to walk through to the front desk, even managing to shuffle straight past a sleepy-eyed family without changing his path.
"Excuse me," he asks, "Where would I find a Miss Pia?"
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