2026-03-16 12:55 - 14:07 PST
Frances made a nightly visit to someone in need of care, someone from whom he could take his payment in blood. Then, as he was walking away, he was confronted outside an alleyway.
A man in a trenchcoat, with a grizzled expression and a mess of black hair, stands at the ready. “Caught you, Father.” He grumbles.
Frances could tell Mordecai was a vampire, and when he learned he was of neither sect, he assumed he was the lieutenant that Kaveh had told him of1. Despite Mordecai’s clear distaste of being known, Frances assuaged his worries. He said Lorenzo was a good man, when asked, but as for Bernard…
Frances wasn’t all too familiar with Bernard and offered his help in showing him the error of his ways. He managed to make it out of the conversation with his head attached to his shoulders, but it didn’t seem like Mordecai was all too convinced.
Mordecai scoffs. “I don’t believe in your sunshine and rainbows outlook. Just remind him to be on his best behavior. There’s always someone watching.”
“We know of this well. Have faith, Mordecai.”