Since his arrival at the Jeong’s, time had passed by somehow both slowly and quickly. There had been other arrivals since his, not that he’d seen them personally. Jin had told him about them, but the information of who they were, how they’d come to be here, and their names had gone in one ear and out the other. It didn’t change his day to day. Why should he care?

Despite how much the vampire and his tiger lady tried to cajole him into leaving his room, he refused. His room would lighten when the sun was up, and darken when It went down. There were no candles or other means of light, and he found no reason to leave his bed (except for necessity.)

At first, when his door had slid open he’d thought it was Jin coming to try to convince him to choke down his evening meal. It was why he kept his back to the door, already bracing himself for another argument. The door slid closed, and there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the darkness. Jin-a usually brought light in with him… and, Ahn-Bo sniffed, this person didn’t smell like Jin-a at all.

He rolled over to see who the newcomer was, but the darkness hid everything except the silhouette outlined against the screen. ”Who are you?” he asked, tone dull with disinterest.