Bakura laughed a little at what Edward said "Don't count on it" He said, taking another sip from the coffee as the female stranger began to speak. Edward was obviously annoyed but Bakura didn't mind it. It actually kept his mind off the pain as he focused on healing. Without even noticing, she was gone. He turned to speak to Edward, but he was gone as well "I should of made that Rhino suffer some more" He stood up, gripping his broken ribs. He hit the door leading to the kitchen open with his shoulder and walked in, looking at the barren kitchen. It was a relief to see no one could stop him. Not like they could in the first place. Despite his weakened state, he could still put up one hell of a fight. He hit open the last door, now on the roof where he was free of cameras. He looked at his jacket as he quickly activated his Kagune while his eyes remained the same.

The tips of the appendages tore bits and pieces of his jacket before dispersing back to normal. He decided to alter the way his jacket looked to avoid relation between himself and his alias. He put on his hood and his mask, his state of mind changing due to him being under disguise. He leapt away from the building top to hunt away from the shop. He stopped once he was far enough from the shop. In the distance, he could see a night club which was known as a Ghoul refuge. He grabbed his ribs as he moved his left arm inch by inch. He knew it would be dangerous to fight another Ghoul at the moment, as much as he craved their meat. He shook his head. Bakura was in shock at his own thoughts. He actually craved the meat of one of his own.

He took a seat on the building top and crossed his legs, sitting in a meditation like position. He closed his eyes and focused his mind on both his senses and his healing. He listened out for any potential meals.