[ Nothing is obvious, aside from him being a vampire. Every time new variables are added, her frustration grows. So once more she must encounter a vampire, and once more he’s useless in helping her discover the name of the one she seeks.

After a moment, she’ll resume her walk, keeping her steps slow and measured. ]

The other vampires I have known all serve a master. They are unable to help themselves, so powerful is the compulsion. Some can walk in the day, but rarely with such ease.

You are more than shadow. You know the light that casts it. How?