Blood soaked his shirt. He had paid another visit to the blood bank and had noticed that the stock was beginning to run low. And so he drank as much as he could, uncontrollably. Stefan just couldn't stop. As he stepped out the blood bank, he touched his chest, feeling damp blood. He glanced around, not wanting to be seen and stumbled a little back into the institution. Stefan had assumed that the art room was empty. He could clean himself up in there somehow and stepped in. It was the closet room. Stefan raised an eyebrow seeing the too. "This looks cosy." He announced as he wiped the blood from his mouth.