Reizu had walked back on the stage after staying outside for the other bands' performances. He was busy reading a book he desperately wanted to finish. It was about Demon's, their summoners, and the rituals needed to cast them. And for the squeamish, a section about cupids. The creepy kind.<br/><br/>When the gigs were finally over, the wolfeasel had packed up his bass before feeling a tingle along his spine, telling him he had gained a special fan. Babs? Nah. Couldn't be. But he did have a slight idea about who it could've been. Looking behind, Reizu almost caught a glimpse of his tackler but Ptricia had got her first. The wolfeasel closed his eyes as he sighed. Maybe just another fan.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Surprise... hey, you're not Reizu!" the pale skinned female with long purple hair exclaimed, bat wings folding, and tail twitching. Her long white canine teeth were framed by ruby lips.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>His large ears flickered as Reizu's crimson eyes sprang open. A wide grin spread on his face. Maybe one of the largest he ever smiled before. His canines clearly matched the assaulter's. She actually came! The last person he expected to come actually showed up!!<br/><br/>"Genevieve!!! Ptricia, she's not an enemy! She's my friend!!"