Taro
The silver haired man walked Forest through foggy streets of the vampire district, the clouds obscuring their very feet. The duke mused within his own mind how silly it was that some of the elder vampires would insist on casting their gazes downwards on others when they could barely see the ground. Of course, the duke's thoughts scattered, a mess of porn, violence and basal pleasures, but once or twice it would calm and display disturbing insight. A thought similar to the one related to the one about the elders.
Gothic government buildings gave way to pristine but similarly gothic homes Taro stopped, gripping Forest's hand with a gentle but firm squeeze. He stared at a simple two story home, their lights on and the silhouette of people wandering through the house. "Imagine having access to all the blood in the world and still insisting on hunting humans who wander into our district..... I wish I was so easily bored by the idea of crushing weaklings. When I break the body of foolish elders, I always wonder if that primal catharsis from watching another body break through the power of your own is why they still lust for the blood of weaklings like themselves."
This isn't the place, he thought. In that moment, an image flashed through his mind. It was of the alley way where the girl he talked about in his story had been. No, it was an alley way in the vampire district that was similar to the one in the slums. A memory of flowers placed in the center of the two buildings that formed that alley followed directly afterwards.
"Have you ever heard of the hero known as Yamada?" he asked, turning to Forest.
