Chizue did not often engage with other people, at least, not these days. She was a timid, shy girl by nature. That transformation from pop idol to vampire had all but shattered her confidence, which was only worsened by her recent mistreatment at the hands of that coven cult. She had considered, for a moment, simply letting that businessman pass her by. He seemed....focused upon where ever he was going and hardly friendly and yet....she wouldn't forgive herself if those papers that threatened to slip from his briefcase were important in any sense. It failed to cross her mind that, really, she would never know their value to him if she simply walked on by. It simply wasn't within her nature. Quickly, Chizue gathered those few papers she could get her hands on, piling them neatly as she timidly called out to him, her hand reached out to gingerly tug at the man's sleeve. He turned with such abruptness that her fingers hardly touched the cloth of his suit jacket, leaving her staring at the growling face of a rather stern looking man. For a moment, Chizue near froze, as if she had entirely forgotten what she was doing in the first place to garner his attention.

It took her a moment before she remembered those papers clutched within her fingers, the girl quite near thrusting them at him in that moment of silence. She watched that perplexed look on his features before he glanced down to his briefcase, suddenly aware of the open latch and the papers that had spilled out as a result. She flinched at the sound of that grumble that left his lips. "I'm.... I'm sorry." She squeaked out, as if the absence of those papers was somehow her fault. Her chocolate eyes briefly glanced up to meet the intense stare of the man in front of her and slowly, Chizue pulled back her hand, resting it against her chest as if she was entirely uncertain of what to do now that she had successfully managed to return those spilled pages. That word of thanks was, surprisingly pleasant, considering how upset he had been about the whole affair. "You're welcome," Chizue responded, her voice just hardly above a whisper, even though the woman failed to fill in that missing space that was meant for her own name, a question she had hardly noticed. Her gaze fell to the floor as he bent down to collect several more pages that had spilled out whilst the pair had been talking. Quite quickly, Chizue dropped to her knees, fully intending to help in the endeavor.

She could tell that he was frustrated with the whole affair, the way that he ran his hands through his dark black hair to the orangish hue of his aura told her just as much. His sudden announcement that those papers were vital to him, however, brought a glimpse of satisfaction to her, one that was quickly replaced with worry about the ones they had not managed to get. Her gaze quickly turned towards those few white pages fluttering down the blistery sidewalk and slowly, Chizue nodded in ready agreement that they must be caught, even if he hadn't exactly asked her to assist in that endeavor. Tentatively, the young woman reached out, her fingers lightly tugged on his sleeve in an effort to lead him to that crosswalk that the pair needed to cross to fetch those pages. Her whole form was hyper-alert, the girl's attention darting from person to person that past them with a glimpse of distrust and weariness in the depths of those dark, depthless eyes. It was only with the change of the light that she stepped out into the street, still tugging gently on his sleeve as she led him across the crosswalk as if he was a duckling that needed to be led. It was only once they had successfully made it to the other side that Chizue dropped her hold on him, instead eagerly beginning to chase after those papers that flew in the wind.

It was, admittedly, the most activity that Chizue had chosen to embark on since before her capture. For being a vampire, she was entirely atypical, lacking that supernatural speed, strength, and endurance. The whole act of it made the poor girl dizzy and yet, she was nothing if not determined to fetch what he had lost. After all, he had said they were entirely important! She hardly paid attention at that moment at how far sure had strayed from the man she had taken to helping. All that mattered were those pages floating in the wind. She scooped up those ones she could get her hands on, pausing only when a shoe stepped on that page, leaving an imprint of dirt on what had once been a pristine page. A grown crossed her doll-like features as she leaned down to tug that page free. "Um... excuse me...." She muttered softly, hardly bothering to look up at that person she was speaking to. She was vaguely aware of those instincts that yelled warlock to her, just as she was also vaguely aware of the man above her bending down towards her. "Well, look at what we have here. I didn't think I would see you again so soon." The voice uttered darkly, causing Chizue to freeze in that mid-motion.

She knew that voice. She would recognize him from anywhere. How many hours had she spent chained to that floor screaming because of him? She had bled at his handiwork while he stood over her and laughed. Chizue slowly turned her gaze upwards, her chocolate eyes met his bright hazel gaze. She hardly realized that sound was coming from her as she screamed, stumbling backward in an effort to escape. That page she had attempted to tug from under him tore with a loud rip as the girl fell back onto the cement, frozen in her fear as those tears welled up in her eyes, those pages she had managed to rescue were clutched to her chest as if her very life depended on them.