Another Close Encounter
Demons of all sorts roamed the streets of the quaint town Siris had found himself in. It was about a week or two after he had had his run in with the vampire known as Killisaki and the fang marks on his wrist had grown white against his skin, so much so that he had wrapped bandages around the wound to keep it from being spotted. He still harbored a few other souvenirs from their encounter; his blood-soaked jacket being one of them and his worn out track shoes another one, he had gotten his shoes repaired, but the jacket couldn't be salvaged. New clothes had been bought a few days ago, so it wasn't that big of a loss as it was an inconvenience. Not only that, but the fact that he hasn't transferred to another world by this point has him worried. In all honesty, the denizens of this world and the world itself horrified the human at certain points, but there wasn't much he could do about it. If only he knew how to control that ability of his.... "...................Where the hell was I going again?"
