Glenn had memories spanning twenty lifetimes, but they were not memories of reincarnation. He had simply changed identities again and again. This world was not his own, and sometimes he found its people ridiculous. It was plainly a higher-level world, yet for some reason its inhabitants had abandoned cultivation to put their faith in a baffling thing called "science." What use was science? Could it explain his existence? Every sixty years, he had to disappear from wherever he lived and assume a new identity. By his reckoning, he had spent nearly a hundred and thirty years in Cleveland. He loved the City and had never left, but lately he had felt uneasy. It seemed time to go.
Every time Glenn left a place he had called home, it saddened him. Leaving the place he loved most hurt all the more. But a thousand years of cultivation had taught him to trust his sixth sense. If he felt this way, something was bound to happen.
Glenn was not afraid of being found. Those detestable Vampire Hunters had no idea that creatures besides vampires could live for thousands of years. They kept searching for him across the world, and several renowned Vampire Hunters had sworn to catch him.
The alley where he lived branched in every direction, making escape easy. Glenn did not flee because he feared the Vampire Hunters or the Holy See; he simply did not want them hounding him. He was one man, while they belonged to vast organizations. However strong one person might be, he had limits. Taking on an entire organization was the stuff of myth.
The moment he came out of the alley, he sensed someone watching him. He turned several corners, leaped from the most secluded alley onto a seventeen-story apartment building, and made his