Where Ikuto led them was to a emptied bench next to a vending machine. He plopped down onto the bench with a loud thud. “ Sure, Sure, Dej-san. And the best type to actually ask.” Ikuto mentioned as he sat. “ Everything you know about Vampires in Lore and Movies, is absolute rubbish. Our guys, aren't immortal, they have reflections, don't have super human strength, etc, etc.” He said as pretty much he felt that would be a good ice breaker. “ The only thing our guys share, compared to those fictional vampires is the addiction to blood, and its pretty much the only problem we have with those guys.” Ikuto mentioned as he felt that was really the most important piece of information.
“ See that's the cruel thing. The addiction is with them since birth and can be at least 1000 times worst than a crack addiction.” Ikuto explained “ And when they infect a normal person, its truly an awful sight to bear witness. “ He sounded sad as he talked about the subject. “ Now these people can live normal lives. See those people, I tend to leave alone and only help them when they need it.” He went on to say and then explained “ Typically, I don't want to do it their, the WHO way per-say, unless I had to.” His right hand went onto his knee and his left onto his chin as he leaned into the bench. “ I mean, honestly the father didn't look that dangerous. And if he had the signs, that I was told, then how come he didn't show them at the time.”
“ There is still too much, I don't understand.” He added “ Still too many mysteries.” He rubbed his chin as he thought about the situation.
“ Like the man calling himself, Tsavijs. Using that ancient vampire god's name, he's definitely up to something big. The cult of Tsaviji, from that mansion, and the poem, passed down from generation to generation with this disease. We're connected to all of that for some reason, the biggest mystery of all.” He said out loud voicing his thoughts as he went to his detective mode without realizing it. Suddenly Ikuto's expression changed again to shock as he smacked his forehead. “ I freaking voiced my thoughts, out loud, didn't I?” He asked, out of embarrassment.
"Fate smiles on the strange. So its a good thing, I'm the strangest of all." - William Livingstone, Cirque de la Nuit