[center][b]Ward 23
4:37am[/b][/center]

Keisuke lurked in the shadows, watching his prey as it drunkenly stumbled through the overpass. He smiled behind his mask, not taking his eyes off the man for even a second. He watched as the drunkard moved haplessly in circles, trying to find the exit but only managing to retrace his steps. There was nobody else around. It was dusk, and the morning light was only beginning to break through the clouds, but the streets were still quiet. The occasional car rolled by from above, but there were no distractions other than that. Keisuke licked his lips and ran his tongue over his teeth, composing himself before he struck.

It had been an extremely long time since Keisuke had eaten properly. He'd only just recently escaped the Ghoul Detention Center thanks to the group Yatagarasu, of which he was now part of. Keisuke was probably on countless watchlists and had countless CCG agents on the prowl for him. But he didn't care. He liked the attention. It had gone to his head, and Keisuke thought he should give those looking for him somewhere to start, and decided to begin with the drunk being directly below him. Guy probably had a family. A job. Keisuke didn't care. To him, the guy was just another face, another meal, another life to take.

Keisuke pushed himself off the ledge and glided seamlessly down, until he landed in front of the man. Keisuke's red eyes pierced into the man's, and he could see the fear building up. His kagune appeared down his right arm. Keisuke smiled once more, enjoying the power he had over the man. He advanced, and the drunkard attempted to run in the opposite direction, only to trip over his own feet and go down. Keisuke stepped over and raised his arm.

"Don't do that," he goaded. "I don't like my food dirty."

And with that, Keisuke plunged his kagune into the man's gut. The blood streamed out, and splattered onto Keisuke himself. Keisuke cackled as the man groaned in pain, and continued stabbing until the scene looked like somebody had detonated a tonne of red food colouring. As the last few ebbs of life left he man, Keisuke kneeled down, and removed his mask, revealing his disfigured jaw. His teeth were still intact, and the sharp fangs inside his mouth still had their uses.

"Feel special," Keisuke taunted. "You're my first meal in a long time."

Keisuke smiled once more before sinking his teeth into the man's throat and feasting on him.