The vampire certainly didn’t know of a place near the hospital that met the female’s description. An underground shelter in the mountains, where the radio broadcast was coming from, hm? Aidou could see the peaks in his mind’s eye, the distance between smelling of blood and blurred by mist as they had been each time he’d set foot beyond the Institute’s walls.

Dragging his fingers through his hair, he frowned at a spot somewhere to the left of Hime. It was pure luck that he was finding this out now. With the apparent randomness of the event, and the fact that information such as the kind she had didn’t always pass through enough hands to become public, Aidou had done little more than stumble into the discovery.

And he hated it. Landel and his monstrosities, the radio people and their associates. He hated how they left him grasping at straws.

“Is that all he said? I assume from your words he was enormously vague, whatever was said.” Or it was possible the female was withholding information. Aidou returned his sharp gaze to her. It was possible, though the reasons why someone would reveal this sort of story without finishing it, or modifying it, were questionable. Half-truths weren’t what truly concerned him, anyway, when there was truth to it at all. “What did he look like?”