Lies stood in an alleyway, a hooded coat hiding his face. "Humanity keeps the monsters right in the palm of their hand, as always." His gutting knife was in its sheath. As always. He was hungry yet again. Why do such material needs still own him? He walked towards a diner and stepped inside. He took a seat at the nearest table and was immediately greeted by a tender. "I'll have a chocolate malt and some eggs. Any way." The waitress nodded. Lies set his backpack down next to him and waited for food.