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

[indent] Where had his hunger carried him now? 

That question was some infant’s whisper behind the ravenous screams of pain and hunger that assailed him. He sauntered weakly towards a chaotic scene. He could smell the charming aroma of blood in the air and heard the all but tempting screams of people close by. 

He spotted a herd of Ghouls running into flaming buildings and couldn't stop himself from following after them. Slowly he stumbled into the first home. The door had been splintered and thrown out the kitchen window several meters away, the house was lit by the flickering light of flames. Ghouls fed on a shocked woman that could no longer fight, her glazed eyes staring at a beheaded body that laid limp on the stair case. 

Jiko felt warm, wet tears fall from his eyes. Blood mixed beneath the tear-trail of his red-eye, the only semblance that gave away his Ghoul biology. He stepped towards the decapitated head at the bottom of the stairs and dropped to his knees. 

He sobbed as he held the bloody mess against his chest without control. Conflicting thoughts yelled back and forth. 

[color=purple][i]Devour the flesh, take in the warm blood![/i][/color] 

[color=purple][i]NO, you are human, you are kind.[/i][/color] 

[color=purple][i]No! You are Ghoul, they are food! You must eat to survive![/i][/color] 

He felt so confused that he gave in to the urge. It felt like his jaw had unhinged as he fixed his mouth over the man’s face. He consumed the man’s left ear with a single bite and at once, felt a heavenly relief from the hunger pains. It was such a first-aid that he hadn’t hesitated to devour every inch of flesh. Savagely he bit and gnawed on a stranger’s head. 

He lost himself completely when his sounds became monstrous and animalistic, something so far from human that he had known himself as a Ghoul and not a human. [/indent]