Two days later...
And Tim was hungry. He has eaten a lot, but the food he prepares and eats tastes like flavored ash, despite how much he eats, his hunger doesn't seem to be satisfied.
"Myrin," he knocked on Myrin's bedroom door and waited for him to come out.
Myrin opened the door. "Hello, what can I do for you?" he said smiling.
Tim took a deep breath and explained everything that had been happening to him. "Oh," Myrin said and observed him. His smile turned to a little smirk. "Come in."
This was the first time Tim was entering Myrin's room since they moved in and it was normal-looking, quite contrary to what he had imagined.
Myrin sat on the bed while Tim stood and waited for him to speak. "Remember that vampire thing I told you the day you got yourself killed?" he asked.
"Yes?" Tim replies in confusion and folds his arms.
Myrin pursed his lips tightly. "Well congratulations, you a vampire," he said.
