Strange things were happening around this time and although she had already gotten used to the idea of spirits, vampires and perhaps even other supernatural beings, Seira was still overcome by an eerie feeling whenever she was alone in places such as the woods or smaller towns. She was strong enough to defend herself (undoubtedly so), yet she decided that she wanted to spend more time within cities while this event was still presently going on. Seira and Espeon had arrived a few days prior; they checked into a lovely (but expensive) hotel and decided to make the most out of their stay. The vampire had been visiting bars and pubs throughout the past few nights — always on the hunt for human blood — and during daytime she went shopping, walked through the markets and wondered if there was anything else she was interested in, such as items or weapons. Unfortunately, the hunt for something useful had not been very successful and the woman decided to be more patient and save her money in case better times came around. It was late afternoon now and the streets were still crowded, flooded with people who were happily minding their own business. Seira roamed the streets and eventually decided to visit one of the more secluded areas of Crocus — far away from the center and the markets, where the people lived.
There were plenty of houses and apartments and every now and then the vampire even thought of purchasing one for herself, however with the change of her race (and therefore her entire lifestyle) she decided it was best not to return to Crocus — or Era for that matter — permanently ever again. The decision saddened her, especially since Seira was born in Era, but it could not be helped. Instead, she thought of settling down in Hargeon Town, a place far away from all of this. As Seira walked through the streets she eventually noticed that she was the only one around; this area seemed more remote than ever and although Espeon was trailing closely behind, a strange feeling overcame the sensitive vampire. With everything going on she wasn’t even surprised when a small girl stepped into her line of sight and meekly peeked at the woman. She was young, no older than 8 and her appearance was odd, slightly transparent, which gave away her true nature: she was a passing spirit, not from this world. Seira sighed and slowly approached the girl.