Zaros sat in his office, facing Jecht, who was going on about the increase of vampire attacks in the city. Some strands of his ebony hair fell into his face as he nodded along, his lips increasingly peeling up to reveal a deep scowl. “They are bold,” he muttered finally, running his claws through his hair and shaking his head. “They also know what I am. I suspect this may be why they are so aggressive. Some vampires are incredibly attached to their old ways, meaning something like me ...