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Outside your haven, the sun rises to its apex, and your undead mind flees from conscious thought into the realm of proper dream—a restful sleep, deep and empowering.

"Come on, Mekuztli! I have so much to show you!"

After Corliss and Arundel loosened their leash and let you out into the city on your own, you spent many of your nights exploring the world alongside Jordan Tremblay. Most of your contemporaries were indifferent on the topic of your continued survival, but from the very beginning, she showed great interest in you. So you worked together out of practical necessity. Jordan picked up on your training where your sire left off, rounding out the rough edges and expanding your abilities.

You'd never been prouder than when your business plans took off, allowing you to wean yourself from your sire's monthly spending stipends and become self-sufficient. Jordan also flourished, despite the long hours necessary to set the gears of personal finance in motion. Of course, an elder Kindred can never be content with seeing their "inferiors" succeed, and inevitably you were stomped out of the market for pennies on the dollar. In the end, it turned out to be an exercise in frustration, but the skills you learned would prove invaluable in the nights to come.

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You wake at nightfall feeling hungrier, but focused and resolved, your mind fresh and ready to face the challenges of the Hunt.

Uuntezazk skitters onto the vanity and chitters away at you. "No more sun! Time for waking!"