With the morning well on its way and the sun reaching it's apex signalling the start of the afternoon the bright blue sky stretched like a canvas for all the skyscrapers to be painted on. There was something oddly beautiful at what mankind had created over the years, but now these concrete and steel monoliths choked the sky, destroyed humanities connection to nature, and somewhere cut them off from their own mystical roots. Few humans could still use what would effectively be called magic and most of them were in the grasps of the Hunters society. This control over one of the worlds most hidden secrets gave the Hunters society more power then any could believe. It also allowed all the hunters who attended the meeting the night before return back to their cities rather quickly. Thus the next day all over the news was stories of shifters and other mythical beasts being hunted, with the bodies being displayed with messages written proclaiming the return of the Hunters society and beginning of a new era. 

The news outlets however tried to calm the masses by calling it a 'fanatical cult' and all culprits were killed as they resisted arrest. This allowed the message to be spread over the country and world, but at the same time hid the Society from the public. It was a good scare tactic, or at least Eincrad thought so. He casually read the newspaper from his corner table in the restaurant, his hunter's attire replaced with a worn pair of blue jeans and a simple black hoodie that hid any weapons that he carried. As the time wore on, he ordered some food and ate in mock peace as his eyes were constantly flicking up at the door whenever it opened. Just as he was about to stand up and go back to the grocery store his prey walked in. 

She looked tired, probably from the lack of sleep, however she was definitely his prey. A thin smile formed on his lips before he returned his gaze back to the newspaper hoping she didn't see him, and if she did she didn't cause a major scene. Situations like this had always amused Eincrad as the temperament of living, thinking, beings could not be judged unlike an animals. This is what made hunting shifters so much fun. They had the ferocity of an animal but the logic of a human.