This very day, she had accepted a job from the local mad doctor, who requested her to test his ‘hexes’ out. He did not care who she tested them on, so long as he knew the results of his creations, and if they were as effective as he had made them to be. Bianca was a merciless being, and she cared as much as the doctor, whom she used the hexes on - which meant that she did not care, because the doctor did not either. Right now she stood in the middle of one of Oak’s many streets, looking for the victims to test the hexes on. She had bought coffee from a local cafe and was sipping on it slowly. Of course she got herself hot coffee because it was cold out here. The woolen sweater provided a lot of warm, but that was enough for her. She was a vampyre and vampyres normally did not feel too bothered by the cold. In fact, if she stopped eating human food, she would probably be immune to the cold, to be honest. But that was what she literally assumed just now while sipping on the hot coffee.
She then held it out in front of her and gave it a suspicious look. That was probably not the case, obviously, but she was just making assumptions. She probably was already immune to the cold, and it was just her mind making her think that she felt cold sometimes. Was that even possible? A delusional idea of feeling cold? If that was a thing, then it was probably the thing that was making her feel cold. She made a mental note to ask Seira the next time she met her, if she felt cold as well. Maybe it was because Bianca was not born a vampire, and was converted. But she would totally ask Seira, the next time they met.