As the days passed, Kit spent less and less time in his trailer during the daylight hours. It was dangerous, to stay outside in the light for too long, even with his talisman, and so he had gotten into the habit of sprinting from place to place when the four walls of his home became too confining. He knew that it was the nightmares, the ones that had now thankfully stopped, that had made him unwilling to spend his days alone, though he would never admit such a thing out loud. Kit Turner was fearless. At least, that's what he wanted everybody else to believe. In truth, the events of the previous few weeks had bothered him to the point of looking for distractions from his own thoughts.
That afternoon, he had opted to spend time at The Hanged Man. While he wasn't necessarily practising, Kit had gone over the inventory of his props several times and was now in the process of sorting them out. He had accumulated a lot of stuff over the years and now seemed as good a time as any for a bit of a clean up. It was as he rifled through a large trunk that contained his gear that the scent of something new drifted over, cutting through the familiar smells of the tent and causing the vampire to look up and around for the source.
At the edge of the tent stood a girl whom Kit didn't recognise, which in turn explained the scent. His brow furrowed as he watched her, looking a bit lost and rather out of place. He did this for several minutes, glancing over at her in between distractedly continuing with his task, before he finally decided to sate his curiosity. Who was she?
"Hello," Kit said, slowly wandering over to the girl, hands slipped casually into his pockets. "You okay there? I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Kit."