Emil Sinclair

*After the abnormality hunt, in the evening, Sinclair was looking in the window quietly on his sit, listening the loud babbling of his dearest friend - Don Quixote. She was so energetic, so… So unlike him. And after he discovered her origins as bloodfiend… It became a bit harder to talk with her. He wants to be like her. Be strong as her, be as open to the world as her. He wants to say so much but somehow can’t gather himself into one piece to open a mouth, and just turns to Don Quixote, staring into those big, shining yellow eyes of her, with just a bit gleam of scarlet, that remind of who she really is. —— E-eh… S-sorry, Don, could you… Could you repeat that once again?