[u]His grip tightened on the dagger as he begins to back away from Ren. The beady eyes seem to gleam in the moonlight as he slowly backs into a patch of shade, his actions now unseen in the lack of light. The only part of him visible is the two fake glass eyes that peer out of his mask, the rest of his body almost gone, like it was absorbed by the abyss. In a raspy voice, he begins to speak.[/u] "[i]Eileen always told me to never trust an innocent face, or a harmless alibi. Just a walk, you say? One such as yourself would not dare to venture out on the night of the hunt without a nefarious purpose unless they were to be a hunter. Without protection of a hunter's blood, one is even more susceptible to the beast plague. Or maybe there's something else... Maybe, just maybe...[/i]" [u]His voice becomes very quiet, as if he wishes for no one to here the words uttered.[/u] "[i]You are a user of the old blood, the accursed filth of the Vilebloods flowing throughout your body.[/i]" [u]At the mention of Vilebloods, he spits the words out as if he's disgusted that he even has to speak of their name.[/u]