"My patience is running thin and if you don't give out the whole story in one ago I will have no use for you," Leonard didn't bother to hide his hate towards the switcher.
"Ha ha," the switcher kept a safe distance from Leonard, looking towards the exit for the sake of precaution if his dash was required.
"Start speaking. Who are you?" questioned Leonard, the gun up in his hand which he didn't bother to put down. Red eyes met another pair of red eyes, but the colour wasn't dark as the original pureblooded vampire.
"My name is Hobart. I am a switcher, who traversed from the land of North down here," introduced the man who before went by the name Lancelot, "Many switchers originated from the land of Woville which is very similar to how the white witches and the black witches came to exist."
"How many of you are there?"
