Next morning

You groan softly as you are shaken awake, blinking you look up to see a 5' black man wearing a purple suit grinning down at you, the owner of the bar. "Damien, what the hell..." you sit up.

"Looks like Aiden did a number on you. Was expecting to come in to you dead." He says half jokingly.

"Shut it." You rub your head. You had passed out at some point when that vampire had been feeding on you. Why didn't you notice what he was earlier.

You look yourself over, your clothes had been fixed back to where you were decent again. Although you did notice one thing missing, your underwear.

"So you didn't check to see if a friend had died until you were closed huh?" You ask with a sigh.

"Would have been bad for business, if it got out someone died here." He says with a grin. "Besides, no one would leave a note for a corpse. Well... unless it came back to like." He points at the table where you can see your knife sitting there on top of a folded piece of paper.

He leaves as you get up and grab the knife. Tempted to leave the note.