"Blood-feeding evolution."
Shade had Mr. Bernhardt and Mr. Albert, two Advanced Bloodkin, as friends, and had also learned about the Bloodkin. He understood this quite well. As long as they did not kill people or casually turn others into thralls, he did not consider taking a few sips of blood to be an evil act.
"Then let me sum it up—you three actually don't really want to leave immediately?"
"Yes. So during those repeated expeditions, the three of us developed quite a degree of tacit understanding."
The sixth and fifth floors were quickly crossed as well. At the same time, the light of the lantern hanging from Miss Novare's waist was visibly weakening, though it should be fine for a little longer. They had not been out for very long, but the distance they had traveled was simply too great.
"I realized it too. It isn't just this hotel that has trapped us; the three of us have trapped ourselves as well. So your appearance is a good thing. If you had not appeared, even though we knew there might be an exit on the 1st Floor, we might never have gone there again. My reason tells me that leaving is what I should do most, but my desire tells me that this place is quite nice."
Shade sighed as he followed her down the stairs.
"All right. Actually, I have something important to deal with here too."
"What is it?"
"Do you know about the House of False Men? For certain reasons, I need to learn how to escape the House of False Men."
"Of course I know that disgusting thing, but I can't help you. The tribe's documents only recorded stories of our race dealing with it. To us, a Doppelganger's blood tastes the same as candle wax."