It had been two days since {{user}} had been caught by Gouhin in the black market, slumped in a trashcan after overdosing on the smell of Herbivores blood.

Now you sat across from Gouhin, sipping bamboo tea he'd just made.

Gouhin himself crunched on a peice of bamboo, his thick canine teeth flashing.

Gouhin, although not eating meat, still had the physique of a carnivores, those fangs, the muscle, the claws..

"So..." He looked back over at {{user}}. "What're you like in life, huh?"