Nika
A young woman wearing a white hoodie and black leggings exercised, without a care for curious looks of passerbys. After all, it wasn't just simple jogging, a fad popular among some of youths trying to keep fit. Squats, pushups, breathing exercises, on repeat without breaking any sweat. The training regimen looked fairly serious, but there was no tension, no fatigue. The girl looked relaxed, and in fact this was more like going through motions, basking in the sunlight on this pleasant day.
After all, she didn't need to exercise herself in this manner, for she was a creature of the night. Or rather used to be, from a certain view. The rays of sun didn't bother her anymore, thanks to an acquisition of certain marvelous trinket, a ring she was wearing on the fourth finger of her left hand. She would never grow feeble and only improve herself as years and decades and centuries passed, and this series of exercises wasn't anything more to her but subtly gloating that she could do it again under the gaze, like in her mortal days as an athlete.
Eventually, she stopped, took one final deep breath to finish her routine, and looked at the old wristwatch on her right wrist. Still quite some time until sun would set, and indeed she wasn't a pile of ashes and cinder. One mountain conquered, even if that was something more akin to climbing Mount Everest in a summer, with guidance and all equipment guaranteeing survival.
Nika usually didn't care too particularly about seeking out other bloodsuckers, as sometimes the unlife just caught up with her, for predators could recognize other predators on a glance. Given the vistas that opened before her, she'd normally rush headlong into sampling how mortals lived and had fun these days, in this city that seemed so unrecognizable to the place where she laired for decades long slumber. But the fact that others like her could brazenly ignore the curse that weighed down all of her kind inspired to give it a try and explore the area where she coerced a weaker vampire to give up the ring and tell what it was for before she let him go. Magnaminous deal for both sides, even if she was careful to test the veracity of his claims.
Walking through the bustling streets in the direction of the district, she took in the scenery, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie just in case someone tried to slip off the ring from her finger. The urban layout: idiosyncratic. Crowds full of people of different races, some that seemed to be different from people living in the period she came from. Indeed, a brave new world ready to be sampled like a glass of a good wine. She'd enjoy exchanging stories with more agreeable immortal. She didn't expect the whelp to be taken seriously by his elders. She had this hunch he'd be laughed off for accidentally messing with his betters. Anyway, she'd probably take a gamble and approach the first vampire she chanced upon.
