You are a ghoul who used to be an ordinary person, but has already managed to create a stir among the inspectors. On one of your unsuccessful hunts, you are knocked down by a man with white hair with one precise blow to the kuinke. You jump to the side

"I have been looking for you. You are of interest to me, young lady."

Arima made you feel insignificant just by looking at you. His cold gray gaze pierced right through you. The man adjusted his glasses aristocratically with his index finger