I'll explain 'Peelers', it was a name for the Police around that time. So if you forget the word, just replace it with Police.

The three of us were seated in a huge office. It was decorated with black wood and a lot of antiques were carefully placed in the room. The walls were dressed with a dark green print.

On the table laid an ashtray, stuffed with three cigars. Onew was the only one out of our trio that enjoyed smoking cigars, even though he wasn't human. 

We had come to the peelers office, there was an emergency case somewhere more south and they desperately needed hunters and slayers. 

It was going to be a long trip, seeing as we had to drive everything by carriage. I was free to go because others would look after Paris. Not that it was an easy job. 

The co-head of the peelers walked in, his strong scent leaving a trace behind him. His hair seemed gray, but I believed he was once a brunet. He looked.. stressed?

'Gentleman, welcome to my office. Thank you for your time,' a new agent walked in. 'I assume the case has already been explained?' He asked the other agent. The agent shaked his head to the right and left. 

'What's wrong with just giving a "No" or a "Yes"?' The co-head of the Peelers asked, I had later found out that his name was Jeán Clément. The romantist of the city. 

He snapped at the agent and started shaking, he must have been wrought-up. Too much stress. The agent mumbled a 'No'. 

'Alright, that's all you had to say.' He turned his attention to us. 'Excuse me for that.' Onew waved his hand in a continue-motion. 

'So there is an emergency case this village..' he pointed at a spot in the map, '.., a lot of villagers seemed to have disappeared. Locals believe it's an epidemic. But we don't, on each of the victims were bites, they had been drained of all blood and they suddenly started to appear at night. Now, I want you gentleman to clear this town.' He looked at us. 'Carriages and horses will be provided from us and you will receive money to buy food, seeing as one of you is human.' He winked at me. 

'And where does he sleep?' Onew asked. 

'We will give you enough money to stay in hostels.' It was generous of them to provide money and transport for us but it was too much. As if they were afraid. They wouldn't do this for "normal" people.

I could smell something was fishy, they didn't even ask about Minho, they had never met him but blindly trusted and invited him to the case. 

I glanced over at Onew. He sat perfectly still, except for his foot that was tapping the ground in steady beats. He wore a dark suit with a striped p