"Thank you, and good night" He said to her as she walked away. Vorin did feel a little better knowing she felt like he had some control, but it seemed like he didn't. He laid down and tried to get some sleep. It wasn't that his thoughts raced, or he was uncomfortable, Vorin just didn't sleep much ever. No matter how tired he got, he just didn't sleep much. His thought crept along, wondering what he did to deserve this. Was he ever that bad? The worst he had ever been was a drunk after his dog past away, but that was for a day a few years ago and no one got hurt save the wall of his cabin. So why him? What made him a monster? He was just walking along one night, trying to clear his head after a stressful day, then he was attacked. When he woke up, he saw the bite and thought nothing of it. One month later, he changed and killed four people. That was the last time he escaped until tonight. He had a cage that worked just fine, but he had gotten lost in the woods and didn't make it back in time