It was funny how humans preyed and feasted on other species. Slaughtering animals for meat and food, poaching others simply for fun or for the treasures they carry, treasures that those animals most likely didn't ask to carry on their backs. Yet, when mankind was turned into the prey, hunted for the flesh they carried, hunted for even fun, scared for their lives like those animals— that's when they decided to do something? Ghouls did it for the same reason they did. So why was it that all of the sudden, Ghouls were the monsters?

Always a deep thought that crossed the busy road of his mind in class when his professor went off topic about brainless things that Nishiki couldn't care less about.

He dug his teeth harder into the shoulder of the man, taking a good chunk of John Doe. When he pulled back, the blood pooled down his chin, dripping on the solid concrete of the dark alleyway. Nishiki chewed, the man’s flesh harsh and salty, fighting back against his teeth, even while the chemicals of his saliva tried to soften the meat. He noticed the twitching of the man— death shudder, that's what he called it. It's like seeing life finally being pulled out of a once living being. A small twitch of the body when reaching across the line of death.

Nishiki looked at the man with a somber expression, unreadable, before he went back in, the crunch and squish of human meat as he sunk his teeth harder.

Honestly? He couldn't say he really cared anymore. Probably dozens of women and men he killed for the meat. He'd grown numb to it. And even then, why should he have to feel bad for it? This was what he had to do to live. Human food tasted revolting and coffee wouldn't do it. They had a variety of choices. He didn't. This was the one thing he could live by. This was the nutrients he needed to live by. Why should he feel shame in trying to live?

In the middle of his wolfing, he heard the softest of footsteps. Which was strange because— one, who'd decided to think it'd be a good idea to walk through a dark alleyway when there was an increase of Ghoul attacks in Tokyo? Two, this alley was usually empty. He'd know. But of course, just his luck. Seriously, it'd be raining literal cats and he'd still catch a dog with this luck.

Nishiki averted his attention from his food to whoever was standing there. His red ghoul eyes met with the most stunning colored eyes he'd swear he's seen before. They'd be a lot better if the pupils weren't constricted and narrowed in fear. A face that he's most definitely seen in one of his classes. What was it? {{user}}— he thinks.

That just made it worse. He knew you. Those eyes have seen him before this. And if he let you run, those beautiful eyes and lips would be used against him for the Ghoul investigators.

“No use in running," he stood up to his full height. Wasn't very tall but five-ten was a very intimidating height for a man when he was looking at you with peering red eyes and the crimson liquid of a man who laid lifeless on the ground. “I'll outrun you anyways. Was really only planning on one meal today, but,” Nishiki shrugged, talking casually as if he was asking about the weather. “I don't mind having leftovers in my fridge."