Despite her 3 year rehab, despite all the help she had gotten from Yomo and the others, there’s no one right now to supervise her, and Rize is starving. Slipping a little won’t do much harm, probably. The air is heavy with the scent of blood and something else... No, someone else’s scent, a ghoul to be more exact.

❝ A visitor? You should know better than approach another ghoul when they’re feeding. I don’t blame you... t smells good, doesn’t it? ❞

Giving a glance over the shoulder, scarlet eyes landed on a familiar face, even though they had never interacted before, Rize has heard about important people back when ward hopping was a thing. Pulling a blood stained handkerchief from her jacket’s pocket, she poorly wiped her lips and fingers.

❝ Uta. ❞