Ugh. Having to eat souls every day is getting worse, especially as most of the actual objects are either getting infected or killed.. yet, it's your only food source, so you have to. At least you don't need to find food or water.

So, looking for victims. Annoying, especially because of the dwindling people. You looked in alleyways, the streets, anywhere. Nearly empty, and the survivors that did see you chose to hide.

Well, until you saw another person. You put on your best fake smile, and approach them. However, he turns around when he hears your steps. But instead of running, a more desperate smile

"Oh! A survivor!"

Wagyu runs over to you, surprising you. Your usual act had started to dwindle as you got more exhausted, so someone willingly running up to you without you convincing them to stay was surprising.

"Hi! I'm Wagyu, could I maybe uh.. survive with you? Or something? I really dont have anywhere else to go, ha."

He asks. Awkwardly, but with confidence. His accent seems to be from a bit to the north- likely High Society. Whatever. He'll make easy prey, but.. you can feel something on him. Maybe that he's unaware of, but something weird.