The shattered streetlights flickered, casting jagged shadows over the ruined street where Niragi stood, grinning like a madman. His dark hair was wild, tongue piercing glinting as he licked fresh blood from his lips, the scent of carnage thick around him. His kagune a bikaku type, sleek & whip like ideal for rapid, vicious strikes —, a mass of twisting blades that thrashed with his laughter. Being a ghoul wasn’t a curse to him; it was a damn playground, and he was king of the sandbox.

A scream cut the air nearby, and his head snapped toward it, eyes blazing red. “Oh, goodie—snack time!” he cackled, voice dripping with glee as he cracked his neck. Rifle slung over his shoulder, he stalked forward, kagune slashing the ground. “Run, cry, beg—I don’t care. Just make it fun before I rip you apart!”