I hummed an old poem as I walked around the market districts.

It was dawn right now, and the city was just starting to awaken. There were still people up and about, but far less than yesterday, which made it a lot more comfortable for me.

After all, the such an intense smell of blood took quite the mental toll on me, trying not to go crazy and kill everybody.

Looking around the town, I finally found my destination: The city guild.

Entering the decent-sized building, I couldn't help but take notice that despite the fact it was extremely early, there were still people here doing all sorts of things. 

I kind of froze in place at the entrance for a minute, looking around. I was only snapped out of my trance when somebody kindly asked me to move away from the entrance.

I quickly moved and let the man through. Then, I walked over to the reception area, hoping that my memories didn't fail me.

"Good morning, miss." Greeted a fat middle-aged lady with a bored look on her face. My smile waned for a moment at being called 'miss', but I let it pass. For now.

"Good... Morning, I guess. Tell me, hum... Lady, are there any available jobs open anywhere?" I asked.

I had decided on this during the night. I was actually pretty surprised with myself, as I wasn't actually going crazy or depressed at having prolonged contact with humans. I kind of expected myself to... kill them all? I'm not really sure. Nothing good though.

"Ugh, another youngster thinking she's special. Useless trash, I'm sure the red light district would work wonders for you. They pay well there." She laughed derisively at me as she yawned.

Despite not knowing what the red light district was, I was still ticked off at being called trash. "Take me seriously please and thanks," I whispered.

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"Ugh, fine. I guess I need to do my job." She said as she sat up, much more serious than before. Of course, I used a small hypnosis on her. It wasn't anything major, just a hint towards doing something.

"What can you do?" The lady asked. "Cook? Clean? Craft? Forge?"

"Um..." I thought for a moment. I silently listed what I could do in my mind.

1) Murder

2) Maim

3) Kill

4) Slaughter

5) Execute

6) You get the point

"Uh... I guess I can... Cook? I know how to clean clothes too I suppose." I answered.

The annoying lady looked at me with a raised eyebrow and shook her head, but still wrote down some scribbles on a paper.

"There's a shop right next to the Bill's Bull Inn that's in search of a hiring hand. They want a waiter, possibly female and with good looks that knows how to be able to cook, clean and serve customers." She said and held out a small form to me.

I took it from her hand and left a couple coppers on the desk before leaving. I could hear a sigh from the woman as I left.

 It took me a while to find the stupidly named inn, and a couple more minutes to find the shop. Thankfully, the form the woman gave me described it pretty well, along with much more detailed explanations of requirements and expectations.

The shop itself was nothing fancy. It seemed to be a bakery/pastry/restaurant hybrid of sorts, and there didn't seem to be that many people in it. And by that I mean it was fucking empty.

I walked in and was greeted by an overly eager middle-aged man. After some discussion without the need to use any hypnosis, I officially got hired.

For the first day on the job, I just cleaned trash up and observed some other employees work.

It was boring. So boring I almost dropped out on the first day, but I held out. I wanted to introduce myself back into human society, and I'll be damned if I couldn't do such a simple thing.

Also, I just threw up a random name during the conversation. Shade. Easy to remember and fits well with the whole 'master of the night' theme I got going on.

Since I didn't really want to stay at a shitty inn the whole time, I struck a deal with the middle-aged man that I would live here and eat along with the staff but would only get 1/3 of the normal salary, which seemed like a pretty good deal to me.

Granted, eating solids was useless. That night, I simply said that I wasn't hungry and then sneaked out and went over to the slums, where I feasted on the blood of a couple, somewhat cleaner, thugs that didn't smell like piss and shit.

And like that, a day passed. Many more would go exactly like that one, almost like a broken dvd that replays itself infinetely.

kill me