Sorrin keeps a hand on the hilt of his blade as they arrive to the crime scene. Taking a deep breath, he enjoyed the smell of the forest, it was a friendly, even if potentially deadly, reminder of home. Once he stares into the trees, and feels that strange dread, he can't help but chuckle. He then mummers to himself, almost like a prayer, "Când se pierde în pădure. Stai nemișcat. Copacii din față și tufișurile din spatele tău nu se pierd. Ori de câte ori ești numit Aici. Și trebuie să o tratezi ca pe un străin puternic; Cereți permisiunii să o cunoască și să fie cunoscut. Pădurea respiră. Asculta. Se Răspunde." (a poem)

He begins to pace the perimeter, of the scene as he speaks and waits for the more astute people to check out the tree. Sorrin scans the surroundings as he paces.

A frustrated sigh escapes past Alessandra’s lip when this scene comes to be pointless in helping in their investigation. “What a waste of time,” She shakes her head. “Hopefully talking to the victims families will prove to be more fruitful.” Despite feeling eyes on her, she remains calm and acts as she normally would to deter who or whatever was watching them from running away. She waits for Alana to speak up about what she senses, if anything, prior to making any moves herself.

It is strangely quiet, as if the forest itself witnessed something terrible and was afraid to make a sound, or speak out. Only the gently rustle of leaves blown by the wind answer your senses. It's now about 3am. Not even the creatures of the woods have anything to say, like something terrible scared them from speaking.

When Alana reports that nothing is here, Victor will usher everyone into the Hummer and ask Aless for directions to her mansion. "Well, this was an unproductive evening. Let's go back to the mansion so that we can change and sleep in a good bed." Victor sighs, frustrated because he rarely ever comes across a puzzle that he is unable to solve.  "You still want help getting 'changed', Misha?"

Alana remains quiet in her seat in the back, looking out the hummer window quietly in thought. Uncaring about where they go to spend the rest of the night, she is lost in some thoughts. 

In response, Misha leans in and starts biting Victor's neck without saying a word. You think it might mean yes, but keep your eyes on the road.

Victor gasps as Misha bites his neck. A smile forms across his face as she continues to do so. "Ooooh. Someone's eager, isn't she? I'll have to take care of that when we get to Alessandra's." Victor drives a little bit quicker now. Just a bit.

Sorrin just smiles and rolls his eyes, "Keep it in your pants for a few more minutes you two." He leans his head against his fist, staring out the window at the passing scenery.

“The two of you are more than welcome to utilize the dungeon, just please don’t wreck the place. Please.” She emphasizes as she looks at Misha in particular. 

Misha laughs a little nervously, remembering the damage she caused, and how annoyed Aless got.

Victor chuckles. "Me and Misha alone in a dungeon? Sounds like we're in for a fun night."

(PM coming soon)

Alessandra first escorts the filthy sinners to the dungeon to praise the lord Jesus Christ, locks the door behind her, then turns to Alana and Sorrin with a smile on her face. "Now, I do not remember the last time you two stayed over, but I have redecorated every room in the house since then." For the time you've known her, you guys know she redecorates a lot. It makes her happy and her tone is giddy speaking about it. "Tell me which one you are interested in, I'll escort you there myself. Now, I have the doll room, the pink room, the sword room, the princess room, and the room room."

Alana raises an eyebrow at Aless in thought. "Seeing as none of those sound appealing, no offense, what is this "room" room? And do you have anything less... Aggressively Feminine? As I can assume Sorrin will like the sword room." Alana seems to be looking around the area they are in out of the corners of her eyes curiously and casually, noting the redecorating. 

"My dear, you're just staying the night, does it truly matter if the room is 'aggressively feminine' or not?" Alessandra questions as she leads them down the hallway. "Besides the princess room is more rococo-esk than pretty and pink. That's what the pink room is for!" She laughs as she stops at one of the doors and pushes it open. "Here, look for yourself."

 "As for the room room. Well..." She looks to Alana with a smile. "It's just a room."

Alana's eyes scan this room for a moment, seemingly assessing the rooms design and style before nodding. "Alright. This will do fine. It is a lit more tolerable than I was expecting. Thank you." She then steps further into the room with a nod. "I'll be in here if anyone needs me specifically. Please let me know when we are allowed to have dinner." Alana smiles at both Sorrin and Aless happily before moving to make herself comfortable in the room. 

Sorrin gives a nod to Alana as she enters the room, then looks to Alessandra, "While the sword room does sound nice, I have to ask.....can I see the room room?" 

"Fantastic!" Alessandra clasps her hands together, delighted that Alana had chosen the room. "As for dinner, I do have some blood bags in the fridge if that tickles your fancy at all. They're all labelled if you want a specific blood type as well, so please help yourself whenever. Otherwise, goodnight~" She closes the door behind them then looks to Sorrin who was also curious about the room room. "Why of course, come this way."

She hums a tune as she leads Sorrin to the other side of the house and stops at one of the doors with a pleased smile. "Not one of my best works, but it was a fun project all in itself." She says as she pushes the door open, the light from the hallway leaking into the room that was once shrouded in darkness. It was hard to tell what was in the room, if there was even somewhere to sleep on since it was so dark, save for the new light, but that was it. It was just a room with mysteries inside it. Alessandra turns to Sorrin, smiling still. "Would you like to see the sword room now or would you like to try your luck in here?"

Sorrin stared deep into the room, pondering back to the sword room and weighing his interests versus his innate curiosity. ".......well, we only live twice I suppose." He gives a defeated sigh and chuckles, looking at Alessandra with a challenging smile, "I'll try my luck, as you so kindly put it."

"Oh ho ho~" Alessandra laughs lightly, her hands coming back together again. "Wonderful! Just a friendly tip, there are absolutely no lights in there whats so ever, so it's best you find one of the beds before Harold senses you." With that, she pushes Sorrin into the room before he could question it any further, and closes the door which causes the room to now go completely black the room despite his special vampire eyes. "Enjoy!" She says before happily walking off.

Raising an eye brow at Aless's action, he chuckles and mumbles a small curse to himself. Having been a vampire for most of his years, he hadn't had many cases where he was returned to the dark. The true dark. He thought back to the war, to the moments where that darkness would be broken by the flash of a bomb or the shudder of gun. Recalling that time, Sorrin pulled of his sword, with the scabbard still attached, from his belt. He angled it low and began to take one slow step, rolling his foot, than another, and another. He walked with slow precision, waving the tip of his sheathed blade back and forth along the floor, until he eventually found the bed. However, he didn't lay there, instead, he got onto the floor and laid underneath it. Another strange habit he got from his mortal life. Feeling his breath bounce back onto his face brought a feeling of security to the undead man. As he closed his eyes, he hugged his sword to his chest and whispered, "Good morning Erza." Believing his words reached their intended target, he fell into his slumber.