It had started raining now, and I was wet. Wet from top to bottom. I didn't hate this; I did feel the need to take a bath, but this was not the kind of bath I had in mind.

Well, it's whatever, I guess. Beggars can't be choosers.

Not gonna lie, that was an amazing feast. Feasting on human blood, I didn't know it could be this amazing.

My body has probably mutated so much that I enjoy human blood.

It felt like I was taking drugs. No, no, wait. I have a better analogy to describe this: 'orgasm.' It almost gave me a sexually orgasmic pleasure as I drank their blood.

I was now walking around the streets of the city. The city looked mid-European. The structures are made with a combination of stone and bricks.

This looks so cool, with its dark vibe and aesthetic. I never knew I was into this.

Looking around, I realized it was almost midnight now, and so the streets were completely empty.

I need to find someplace to stay. Where should I go?

I kept following the path and soon came across a house where the light was still lit.

What was the reason was a person still awake so late?

I went to the door and stood in front of it.

Knock.

Knock.

I knocked on the door.

I waited for someone to come.

"Hello, is anybody in there? I am just a traveling merchant and lost my carriage to some bad guys, so I'm homeless now. I can repay you later, though."

I said. It was only natural that the person inside the house wouldn't open the door.

I was a stranger knocking on the door and it's so late. I could've be a bandit or, much worse, a demon.

Clink.

Creak.

Sounds came from the other side of the door as it slowly opened.

An old man, almost completely bald with just white hair on the sides, stood in front of me. He had his back hunched and was walking with a stick. Using the other hand, he held a torch.

"Hello, Sir. My name is Pole. I am a merchant and recently encountered a group of bandits who stole all my goods. Could you allow me to stay at your place for a day or two?"

The old man seemed to have a blank expression. He stared at me like he was trying to analyze me.

"Alright, come in."

He said.

"Thank you so much, sir. I don't know what I would have done without you."

I said as I bowed and made my way inside the house. Looking back, I saw him make his way towards the door and start closing it. The way he placed his hands, trying to look for the locks.

He is blind.

I could choose to kill him and drink his blood, but I value this man's kindness.

Wait, when did I start thinking like this? When did I become such a morally gray person? Did the transformation have effects on my psyche too?

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"Yeah, you don't need to butter me. I'll allow you to stay until you start back your business, and I'll let you stay here in exchange for rent money."

He said that as he closed all the locks on the door.

"Alright, now follow me."

He said. He started walking towards the inside of the house.

The house looked pretty small from the outside, but it was very huge.

I was amazed. Everything was made of wood and has been finely crafted by artisans.

"Everything looks amazing here. I respect your choice of art."

The old man did not say anything; he just used his stick to find directions. He led me to one of his rooms and asked me to stay there for tonight. I agreed and thanked him for his hospitality.

This room was not too big, but I'd say it's as big as the room I had when I was back in college. I had a room to myself, given to me by my parents so that I could study. My parents had specifically upgraded to a better house to allow me to study better and be more comfortable studying.

Is this what it feels like to miss a person?

I looked around the room and noted the following things were present in the room:

1. A single bed

2. A table and a chair

3. An empty bookshelf

4. A door

I started to inspect each of these objects in much more detail.

The bed's frame was made not of wood but of cylindrical iron bars that held the upper mattress in place.

I sat on the bed and could feel its softness; it wasn't too soft but comfortable enough. It usually caused me back pain whenever I slept on beds that had a very soft surface.

I looked toward the table and chair and noticed the only detail that grabbed the most attention there: the table lamp. It looked very eccentric and expensive.

How could this old man even afford these objects? Or was it that craftsmanship in this world was very refined, so everything was extremely cheap here?

I could not understand this old man's situation, and I was extremely curious. I could just go and threaten him to answer, but my morals ask me not to.

Who am I lying to? Even I know I have zero morals.

What even are morals to me, to begin with? I killed two city guards just a few hours ago. I don't know what sort of consequence this action would lead to. I just hope I don't end up dead.

I looked toward the door other than the one I used to enter the room. I walked towards it and opened it.

It was a bathroom. I could take a bath here.

Knock.

Knock.

"Please come in."

I answered. The old man entered the room with a white towel in hand and a lamp.

He placed both of these on the table and left without saying a word.

I like this old man.

Taking the towel and the lamp, I entered the bathroom and took a bath.