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Hank had finished unpacking, his daughter was out doing something that he had no interest in, though he was going to have to talk to her about respect once she got back, and chances are for the rest of there immortal lives. He looked at how he had arranged the place, heavy furniture was placed around awkwardly, light furniture seemed in the way. This, was part of Hank's paranoia. He figured even in a "safe haven" for vampires it's better safe then sorry.

Hank was about to head upstairs to lock up some of the gear he had brought, then he heard a knocking on the door. He had a few options of how to respond to this situation. Most that came into his mind involved removing heads or legs. He had to remind himself that he wasn't in an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere, chances are this was a new neighbor who wanted to meet him. "[color=ed1c24]Hold on, I'm coming![/color]" Hank went down the stairs and opened a box he was intending on bringing upstairs, inside was a large collection of tools and blades. He grabbed a machete and its sheath hooking it to his belt.

Hank went up to the door and opened it. "[color=ed1c24]Hello?[/color]" Hank stood with the door open, but made sure to keep his blade out of eye sight.