Daemon Mixta Sanguis sits on a park bench. He just sits there, watching the various men, women, and children pass by on the pathway. Some of them stare as they pass by, noticing the young man with long, pure white hair and piercing red eyes. They notice his clothes, relatively torn and worn, but nice nonetheless. He sighs, waiting for dusk to fall, so that he can do his deed in peace. He fingers the folded up slip of paper in his pants pocket. Sitting there, he contemplates his new master, would he be cruel, like his father, or kind, would he force him to do the horrid things the vampires made him? His apparent calmness turns to shakes and shivers, like an opium addict going into withdrawals. Even more stares, and murmurs. A Scotland Yard officer passes by, giving him an odd look, one that said, Should I really take in this homeless boy? Beneath his shirt were old scars and healing cuts: he had only escaped the vampires a week ago, and there was no doubt in his mind that they were still looking for their 'weapon of mass destruction,' as they so often called him. The boy looks at the sky, gauging the time of day from the sun. 3:30. He still has a long time before nightfall. His posture is straight, his demeanor of one who has been brought up well, even if it was a lie. Sighing out of boredom, Mixta takes a sketch pad and pencil from his bag, and begins drawing the expanse of the park. When he is finished, the sun is already dipping below the trees, and there aren't any people in the immediate vicinity. Putting away his sketch pad and tucking his pencil behind his ear, he placed a wire between his teeth and began climbing the tree that grew over the bench. On a branch that hung over the pathway, he strung up the paper on the string and tied the string to the branch, hanging it over the path. The boy stays there, waiting until the next person comes by. That person will be his next master, commandant, whatever, and will order him about as such. He'd never been in the spirit state, but had heard that his new master would not see him until the Deal was made. He sighs, his eyes fluttering as he dozes slightly.