It was a particularly rainy day in ward twelve, only people who really cared were the ghouls in captivity in the detention center, their groans of discomfort could be heard by those passing the large fences and walls. Most of the residence had grown to not worry about the detained. Why would they? They would wither get eaten by them right? Even the fellow ghouls had stopped caring, why risk their skin for people who will steal their food?

Monika on the other hand had a slight fascination with the detainees. She wondered what kind of shit they'd have done to get them selves caught, "pfft. Idiots." She huffed to herself as she was on her regular scheduled jog. The rain didn't bother her, it just meant less people were going to be on the foot path. Manika also felt a little peckish, that's when she caught the faint smell of flesh, it was indeed hard to track because of the rain dampening the smell. But now she had a target and she was determined to get herself some of that juicy meat.