[color=purple][h2]Jiko Gisei[/h2][/color][hr]

[indent] Jiko sat beneath an underpass, hidden behind the overhead structure's deep shadow. He held his head between his knees to hide his unnatural, tell-tale, crimson-eye. Not many would believe him nothing more than a monster if they saw it, or so he thought o’ so critically of himself.

What did he have to offer the world now beside pain. His grip over his shoulders tighten, the fabric of his coat pulling into his taunt palms. [i]No one wants me now…[/i]  

He stayed in that position for hours. The cold barely bothered him anymore, the same could be said for heat. Jiko had no fear of humans either. The beings he feared was Ghouls and they almost seemed non-existent. The Spade Gang was out terrorizing but he had yet to see them himself. It was like he was alone. 

His stomach churned and squealed for flesh. He had refused the entity its one desire for weeks now. His father’s shoulder was still grotesquely imprinted in his memories. The relief of warmth and delicious taste of living flesh especially. 

A car alarm blared somewhere to the west of him. Jiko tightened his grip on himself. 

[color=purple][b] “I… I wanna die.”[/b][/color] [/indent]