Ishin spun on his chair as Chou began to get changed. He placed his mask in his lap and looked over the metal surface. A few nicks and scratches marred the appearance of the stained glass section. He sighed gently. He really needed to finish his other mask, he spun around one of the walls that held a collection of masks. Fallen ghoul masks was his excuse to any and all CCG that walked into his office. He remembered one such meeting with the rumoured ‘Race Traitor’ Dove. That was sure an interesting encounter. He sympathised with her more that he disliked that Investigator. He knew full well how it was to be caught between two worlds. Every humane Ghoul knew the struggle. He allowed himself a brief smile after entertaining the idea of attempting to convince that Dove to fall from the lofty heights. He laughed gently to himself before looking to Chou “Yes, let’s go.” Ishin stood, throwing on his customary black trench coat and wrapping his neck in a crimson bandage. 

Mask in one hand, Chou’s hand in the other, Ishin pushed through the crowds and out into the fresh air. People had entered the club and the line was now very thin. He could smell only a single human…and they were drunk. He could hear a gentle heartbeat. He sighed softly…drunk humans were the worst to have laying around. He looked at Chou “wait here.”

Making his way to the lain out form, he sighed. A passed out woman. He lifted her into his arms and made his way back to Chou and the bouncer “Put her up in the drunk tank” he said as he hefted her into the bouncer’s arms. The bouncer nodded and left, allowing Ishin to walk back to Chou “apologies…” he grabbed her hand once more and walked out of sight of humans, down an alley near one of the taller buildings of the neighbourhood. Slipping on the plated metal helmet, his kagune ripped forward. Using his wings he looked up and shot into the air, landing in a crouch on the roof. His kagune settled back down and he looked out over the expanse of ward 8. Here were three large factions that held dominion over the Ward. His eyes shifted to the ghoul restaurant. An alliance between him and them was yet to be struck without some apprehension. His eyes then flicked to the monstrous eyesore that was CCG headquarters. He gave a short soft growl before looking around. The Hunt was on….