[@Old Amsterdam]

Katashi nodded at the woman's comments on the fighting. Her words couldn't have been truer. The lives lost in a pointless battle with no rhyme or reason. What was the true cause for the conflict? A plot by humans? By Ghouls? Or just pure disdain and hatred between the two in the area? The man shrugged at the thought. Whatever it was, it wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. Katashi sniffed the air. It was nice to be around his own kind, like an animal returning to his pack. With the doves about, it seemed like Katashi had to always be on guard. His night-time activities not helping with the uneasy feeling of constant edge either. He took a seat on the stools next to the counter. He smiled at the woman's offer.

[color=9e0b0f]"Your finest brew of coffee, please!"[/color] He asked cheerfully, completely contrasting with his looks and way of dressing. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm Katashi, by the way. What do you wanna talk about the doves for?"[/color]