Searching, searching, searching... What was she even searching for? Searching, searching, searching for a key to his lock, searching for the moon that was missing on his night sky, and she was growing desperate as her search was futile.<br/><br/>Once again, she locked the door of the hotel room behind herself, not too fond of the idea of leaving him all alone in that room. But there wasn't even a chance that he'd wander out... Only if a miracle would happen. The keys clinked as she slipped them into her bag, and her high heels, polished like crimson mirrors, clattered on the marble floor of the corridor. The chain of the coffin-shaped bag that hung by her side rung like tiny bells, accompanying every step, every swish of her long crimson coat and every glimmer of the brooch that was set at its collar.<br/><br/>The receptionist gave her a polite nod as she exited the building. Her search once more begun... It was the same every day. No matter what kind of prey she brought her master, he refused to eat, and his wounds weren't healing. She hated to see him like that.<br/><br/>But it wasn't in Seira's nature to give up on Frey. Passing through the streets once more in her never-ending search, she once more roamed the huge town for a suitable prey, a magnificent carnivore in her crimson garb. The city was growing dark, the sun making way for the lights of the street lamps, and under the cover of this darkness, she felt at home. Master would like how bright the stars were...<br/><br/>She stopped on the side of the road, and put up her typical act. Tears welled out of her eyes as she ran around the corner towards a lone passer-by with a distressed expression on her face. "Please... Help!" she sobbed, almost running into the woman. She looked up to see at her face, and Seira wiped a few tears off her cheek. "My brother... I... I can't... I don't know what to... I... Please, can you... Can you help me?" Through her suppressed sobs, she let out a nigh-indiscernible flow of words, but with the look of a horrified little girl, she met with the hand of the woman reaching after her to comfort her.<br/>"How can I help you? Come, calm down... Take a deep breath..."<br/>"I... My... He... Please... Can you come with me?" she begged off her, once more her dark rose-colored eyes filling with tears.<br/><br/>Little did the woman that followed her to the alley behind the hotel know that in the moment they were both far enough from the streetlights, Seira will turn around, and with a quick and well-aimed punch will knock her out. She had to pacify her prey somehow... Her hands in leather gloves clenched around the woman's neck, ready to nearly strangle her, before noticing a movement in the street. With distress, she sprang to her feet, shielding the body behind a few dumpsters with the shadow of her long coat. This time, the distress wasn't faked - it was all for Frey, just for Frey, and Frey could die if she wasn't going to give him the souls he needed to eat...