Bill had dragged Legoshi, Aboa, and Jack out to the black market. The tiger had put it under a guise that it’d simply be a trip around town. They came across an elderly man, missing fingers.

Each finger went for seventy thousand each. “Go on.. pick your favorite finger…” The man egged them on. “I-it’s seventy thousand a finger, right? If we all got a bite-!” Bill turned around, his eyes gleaming with malicious excitement. “T-then we could split the cost!” He exclaimed.

Aboa recoiled slightly at Bill’s tone and sudden movements, neither him or Jack liked Bill’s excitement. It was almost suspicious. Legoshi gagged, and ran off into an alleyway. He couldn’t bear the smell of meat, raw or cooked.