The night was oddly calm for so large of a city. Perhaps it had something to do with the bad weather, but there was very little activity out on the streets tonight. Most of the movement that could be seen was from the homeless, trying desperately to keep themselves at least somewhat dry as the rain poured down without mercy. It didn't quite help that the temperature was dropping rapidly. The forecast was for snow by morning. It raised the unsettling question of just how many of those homeless people would freeze to death before the sun rose anew. Reza Khan had been wandering the streets earlier that evening, trying to familiarize himself with his new surroundings, but the start of the rain ushered him inside a nightclub. Not that he particularly minded being soaked to the skin, but it was certainly his preference to stay dry. And so he'd ended up sitting at the bar of this particularly strange club, listening to the usual club music and watching people in strange, Goth outfits dancing while a black-light made any white in their attire fluoresce. The bartender was starting to get a little annoyed with Reza for not ordering anything, but Reza didn't notice. Perhaps the bartender was also getting a little concerned over Reza's attire and skin tone. It was clear at a glance that Reza wasn't from the United States. He was, in fact, from the Middle East. Iran, to be exact. And he looked it, with his olive skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. He looked young, though. Perhaps just barely old enough to order an alcoholic drink. In point of fact, he'd looked this age for a little over a decade now. He'd been Embraced when he was twenty. The most visible part of his attire was a black trench coat, which was kept closed for the time being. Not a strange sight outside, considering the time of year and the weather, but indoors in a warm nightclub? That was a little odd, and it was making some people uncomfortable in conjunction with racial stereotypes. The bouncers had half a mind to kick him out, but they were taking no such action yet. Reza wasn't showing any signs of meaning them harm, after all. He was just watching people dance. And perhaps looking for someone to feed from, if he could manage it.