[h1]Ebenezer Moore[/h1]

Salty. Metallic. Key characteristics of the taste that is blood. The taste abundant and rich suggesting that this was intentional, torturous. The kind of experiments that push the boundaries of Science. Cause is inconclusive, but it could be assumed that some sort of sadist of blades were the suspect. Has this gone and shown that humans are just incapable of enduring extreme pain? Needs more research... The man rose back and hauntingly wraithed himself between the cashier and the other humanoid.

"A murder case, huh? What funny business goes down this joint? Clowns running around with blades?" He grinned. "I'll order one ham-and-cheese croissant with one licorice macaron." He dove his hand into one pocket and hands a note over to Leo. If he had went anywhere in proximity of Ebenezer's hand, a short lightning shock would ensue before he turned his back. "No butter, please."

He passes through the smoking blonde man, tipping his derby as he passes him; "Jolly good day to you." [@Leolycan] He shoos away the murder of crows gathering by a nearby outdoor table and sat down with an old pipe and tobacco lit up with sunbeam concentrated upon a magnifying glass.