<span style="text-decoration: underline">The following day | Saturday; 9.58am</span><br/>Isana came to in her own apartment. Her memories of last night were a mess, she had barely managed to get to her apartment and had spent about an hour cooped up inside the bathroom. Ghouls did not need to sleep but they usually did so to pass the time much faster. She got up and started the electric kettle, picking up a white mug which she washed and added scoops of instant coffee powder into it.<br/><br/>She tapped the button on the television remote and waited for the news to come on. What she saw caused her to take a gulp of the scalding hot coffee and listen in much more carefully. She set the mug down<br/><br/>"Just last night, there were twenty killings in D23, at least ten of which were believed to be caused by a single Nocturne. None of them had bite or claw marks and their wounds suggest a Ghoul Predatory Organ being used. The alert level in D23 has been raised to yellow." The footage showed several bodies, there was very little mess, in most of the pictures they only had to censor the head off. "An unidentified mask has also been found, Overwatch has reason to suspect that it belongs to the culprit and will be releasing images of the mask in the evening along with more information."<br/><br/>"Shit," She exclaimed, straightening out her hair and going to the bathroom to brush her teeth. This would mean much more patrols and more traps, perhaps she should move to another district for the time being... Her phone rang, destroying her train of thoughts. She stepped across the wooden board floor and snatched the phone off the bed. "Hello?"<br/><br/>Annoyed was the most polite way of putting the response, "There is someone waiting for you. She says you know who she is. She also say Nakahiro told you to find you here." It was at that moment Isana began to fully understand the depths of idiocy.<br/><br/>She gritted her teeth, "Fine, I'll come down."<span style="font-style: italic">Not like I have anything to do today.</span>She hung up, determining to have a word with Nakahiro when this is over.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Touka sat in the Library, second floor, just outside the cafe with a cup of coffee. She was still one of the first few visitors so it was rather quiet. She leafed through a self-help book for sudoku, a puzzle of sorts which was useful to waste time. She set the book down and took a sip of the steaming liquid from the black mug. She had suspected that Isana would try to avoid her, probably afraid of how she would react to her current lifestyle. She flipped a page, it was not wrong, but it could certainly be better; someone has to take care of the food supply in order for others to live a bit more comfortably.