He had been given the address to meet the Priscus, looking at the single family homes lining the street and reading the numbers as he went until he came to the one he was given. He could see the glow in the sky from Funderland nearby. His eidetic memory was infallible, but he still glanced at his phone to double check he was right. Assured that he was, he strode toward the door.
It was a stately home, befitting a doctor. I wonder if he's a medical doctor or a PhD holder, either way he's earned the title. Scott thought to himself. I hope I'm not imposing myself tonight.
His jet black suit was nicely pressed, covered in a slightly too large pea coat with an intricate brocade design. He had possessed the coat before he was Embraced, he was deep into that goth aesthetic. The suit he had bought in Houston before he left. The cool, almost chill if he could feel it, night breeze rustled his shoulder-length hair and the tails of his coat as he raised a hand to ring the doorbell.