[center][b]Nonozumi Miko[/b][/center]

As the day slowly changed to different hues of the sky, Nono found himself idly reading choice novels in the library- the ironic sort that cued others on about him being a ghoul, but so unironic that he was sort of just making inside jokes with himself that no one else understood, much less the professors to whom he was writing thesis' for. Nevertheless, Nono enjoyed himself with mindless reading and writing, the white noise of the library offering a nice background noise as he toyed with which fancy transition to use.

Eventually, however, the light from the large windows stopped reaching his corner, to which he responded with a shut of his book and a relaxed sigh. Shuffling his papers neatly together and placing them in his bag, he felt his stomach growl some sort of wicked, and all thoughts of character development and foils left his mind, instead replaced with- when was the last time he had eaten?

Heading out the school alongside with other work-worn students, he shuffled his bag on his shoulder, noting to head into some dark nook until it got even darker. A pale hand lightly brushed over his bag, reassuring himself with a touch that his mask was still neatly tucked in--

Seemed like a fine night to dine.[h2][/h2]
[center][b]Totsuka Chou[/b][/center]

This had been a terrible mistake.

The low hum of the bass reverberated in the tiny, porcelain skinned girl's body, her deep black eyes wandering through dim strobe lights of different hues. The more time she spent in dark hole in the wall of a home, the more time felt skewed, and she made the terrible mistake of heading out a bit too early. Rather than taking her right back home, her feet instead walked her into Dark Nights where she was now, her outfit sullied from a prior night's messy hunting.

Her dainty feet easily made past ghouls and humans, searching for the staircase to take her out of the party, searching for the man who'd been gracious enough to let her stay and ask if she perhaps could have a change of clothes. Chou made a habit of wearing her victims' outfits in order to not have to spend money for her own attire, but her latest victim had ran around a bit too much, and she felt as though mens suits were more suitable for homewear rather than club wear. Sure she was a ghoul, but she wasn't stupid, even looking around just told her that the outfit she was wearing was too bloody and not revealing enough.

Having traveled enough to the private areas, Chou stopped in front of a door, her eyes squinting at the characters before a pale hand reached up to knock on it. She couldn't read, never got a chance to learn, but she knew that the fancy plating meant that someone fancy was on the other side, and hopefully it was the fancy man she was hoping to meet.

Another knock and: "Kuhaku-san...?"