A shadowy figure drifted through the halls, slow steps silently making their way across the carpeted floor. Sharp blue eyes scanned the halls, searching aimlessly for something. There was a weariness to the masculine figure, a tired hopelessness as he wandered the halls of the old hotel.
Nothing ever changed. The same decay and death... But tonight, he could feel an odd energy buzzing through the halls. Fresh meat. The thought made him sick the instant it entered his mind, and he regretted it instantly. His shadowy form slowly began to materialize into a fully human form. A young man dressed in a simple black coat and jeans stood where the shadowy apparition once stood. His crystal blue eyes were bleak, lacking the vitality that was once held in them. His black hair was a little long and scruffy looking. He stood outside the room of the two magic girls, or so the story went. He felt welcome by them, on most occasions. He felt a third presence in the room this day, which was quite odd. He raised his hand and quietly knocked on the door. "It's Leone..." His voice was quiet as well.