His life was difficult, most other people would have strung up the rope and called it quits of they were dealt the same cards as him. Yet with everything he kept going. Maybe out of some burning anger for that girl who turned him into that to begin with.

Human memories were far from recent. Like an untouched fever dream he could only believe at night that it really did happen. But he had to push that away, grow up faster then expected.

Yet he can't help to feel drawn to humans, what he could have been. And he can't help pity them. Sure Ghoul lives suck, majority die. Human lives suck too just less.

He's been thinking on what to do, staring down whilst perched up high at a human figure a bit too close to the edge for observation. Or incase some food for the Ghouls back in Anteiku.

An unwanted twitch of his lips turning into a frown as he sighed, he shouldn't do stuff like this, it reminds him of his days in college strangely enough. Though back then he just watched from the distance.

"That's enough." He thumped down from his spot with a thud, adjusting his mask to lower down his face. To resemble some sort of human then monster.

Eyes glancing over their form. Opening his mouth to try to form words yet nothing. Instead shaking a brown bag with a fastfood logo on it. "Burger?" He offered.

Sure he can't eat it without throwing up but he liked the smell during scouting.