Rumors had been whispered in the wafting wind - tales of the return of that once perilous dance club that had become the very epicenter of nightlife within the Western Docks. That inferno that had so consumed it, fueled by volatile liquor and decadent retribution, could hardly keep such establishment from birthing anew. Such a place was the heart of much contrition for the usually demure and delicate vampire and yet, Chizue herself had suffered many slights of late that never should have come to pass. It was distinctly childish - that safety she near craved. She longed to be rid of the fear that so clung to her petite frame. The vampire was a mere ghost in comparison to the chipper optimism that had once defined her, even in her timidness. Amongst the wretchedness of Syn, the young woman had found a glimpse of a sanctuary as she danced with the monsters that so stalked the shadows of the night. Welcomed with such open arms, she had allowed herself to be embraced and assimilated with their distinct malevolence. It was surely them she needed to rise above the terrors that filled her in the depths of night - to find confidence in the face of her own recent forceful and atrocious abduction.

The Asian woman clung to the pillar at the very edge of her porch, the sweet, peaceful scent of the evening so toyed at her senses, encompassing the tense and anxiety-ridden girl. A soft breath left her plush, pink lips, as her chocolate irises scanned the hedges and walkways of her neighbors' homes. It was distinctly quiet within the depths of night, those families that lived in those neat little rowhouses had all but retired to their plush sheets and drifted to that realm of fanciful fantasies of their unconscious minds. That stillness was, perhaps, somehow worse than the boisterous crowds the East side so often experienced. It was eerie, with the poignant promise of malevolence hidden in those shadows and yet, Chizue's own species gave her little choice than to face the cold pallor of the moonlight. Her teeth nibbled upon the bottom of her lip as the young girl released her tight grip upon the wooden beam. She would hardly find the answers she sought if she never ventured from the comfort of that predictable world she'd crafted for herself. Her steps seemed to echo upon the sidewalk with each step she took, leaving that only perceived safety she had behind her for what adventure the Western Docks alone might have in store for her.

Despite the vampire's apprehension, her trip down to the waterside docks was largely uneventful. Those witches that had so hunted her every step had all but dissipated back into the oblivion from which they had come - now that their rituals had resulted in such resounding success, they scarcely had a need for the Asian vampire. Her black Mary Jane pumps echoed softly against the wooden planks of the Western Docks and yet, with little notion of the seedy hole Syn had taken upon its resurrection, Chizue was left to merely wander the darkness of the Western Red Light district. It was there, amongst the softly crashing waves and heavy fog that she saw him. The pale luminosity of a nearby street lamp cast a spectrum of vibrant hues across that oiled coat, the hue of it was fully entrancing of itself and yet, it was the color of something else that so caused the demure girl to pause. That distinct orangish-red seemed to flicker around him, the very sort of color that Chizue had only seen twice before. Perhaps he would help her find her way back to them. Tentatively the demure girl approached the man, that smirk momentarily catching her attention as his fangs so glinted in the moonlight. "Excuse me." Her soprano voice echoed, her hands folding in front of her, "Do you happen to know of a place called Syn...?"