He shrugged awkwardly as the back of his mind recalled a fist slamming against his tightly-locked bedroom door, a woman's voice reminding him that good children stayed quiet, or they didn't come down for dinner that night. How can he be a good person and a good hunter if he was so noisy all the time?

Ignoring the fact that, down the way, a woman was uproariously telling a story to her friend and laughing gleefully, Yuki'to set shaky fingers upon a pocket, and retrieved a slip of paper. It unrolled neatly, revealing an almost shockingly neat calligraphy.

Yuki'to Blaire

He nodded.