In short order, they make their way back to the familiar landscape of the city. A chained bunker door unlocks, the chain unraveling and sinking to the ground before the doors open to darkness below...

There is a table. Racks of supplies, and a bed. It's spartan at best, but it will be safe enough for the time being. York is deposited onto one of those beds to ride out the tremulous high of the blood, while his host sets about locking the doors behind them.

No sense inviting others to join them.