It is night time, and a heavy down pour has started. An open clash of humans versus werewolves has started in the streets. People are cowering in their houses and running to escape the attack. Humans are fighting with everything they have and the werewolves seem to be coming at them in endless waves. Many of the nearby buildings have caught fire and threaten to collapse at any moment. A figure runs through the dark, dodging attacks and suddenly collapsing behind a rubble heap.

"Vance, c'mon get up. You can't stop here. You must keep moving!" Said the witch who had freed him. Bleeding heavily from the mouth, he was still very dazed and confused, holding the Haru and Zetsu with a white-knuckled grip

"Where too? I can't imagine anywhere better than this dump." Suddenly the ground rumbles and a huge werewolf appears and attacks. "Run!" yells the witch before being struck a fatal blow. Vance ran and ran until he collapses, entirely exhausted and too weak to move, on someone's door step.

Vance awakes in a large 3 story house with boarded up windows and fading and cracked plaster walls. His head is bandaged where he was cut and there is a large bowl of hot stew on the bed-side table. An old woman walks over and dabs his head with water. Then everything goes black.

Vance continues to see flashes of day to day happenings at the building as he passes through a fever induced by the testing. When it is finally broken, he awakes.

"You've been slipping in and out of conciousness for a while now, but at least the fever has broken. My name is Gretta," said the old lady, "and this is my humble abode. I've taken in many a lost person or a wayward soul." She steps aside to reveal many lost children wandering around the house, at least one of each race.

"So you mean to say you would just harbor these children out of their own need for care? Don't you worry about them killing each other??"

"No not these kids, they are brought up to be peaceful."

Vance scowls and rolls over on the bed and soon falls asleep.

Vance awoke and sat bolt up right. Wincing from the pain, he stepped onto the floor, careful to not make any noise. Quietly, he unlocked the front door and slipped out into the night. Once he was sure he was clear of the house, he started running down the street in an Eastern direction. He could sense them everywhere, vampires. The only thing keeping him from death was his blood. He knew this by studying one of the medical charts from the labs. It didn't matter to him, though. Dead or alive, he didn't care what happened. Then suddenly a human convoy bearing the hammer and anvil symbol came around the corner. He ran into an alley way and then jumped up to the ledge of a window. Prying it open, he silently slipped inside just as the convoy passed by.

"Too close..." He muttered to himself. He looked around and, seeing no visible signs of habitation, laid down on the nearby sofa and fell asleep.