Sylene reminded himself how the hybrid had fainted in that party. The vampire hybrid gave a weak wave, a slight smile forming as he stood there like an obedient pet.
"I'm sorry about that party. The sun was hot, and I didn't feel well..."
Even now, he still didn't look well. Mavis seemed to know the vampire hybrid better than Laia did, but Sylene tugged on Mavis's sleeve.
"Sorry, Isenka, Laia... I have to go. Goodbye."
Mavis quickly waved, though clearly eager to leave. The two well-dressed hybrids remained in front of the shop, still surrounded by a crowd praising them, their eyes following the two vanishing figures from the corners.
Isenka rubbed his cheek where the cut fang itched.
"I haven't introduced myself to Mavis's friend. He has a hard-to-ignore face."
"Yes, sadly, the color isn't vibrant enough. Look at those eyes—so dull."
"And his name is Sylene. Probably a mutt from the slum area," Laia added.
