With a few silent steps, accompanied by a thin stream of grey smoke, Nakahiro's slim figure appeared in the doorway, giving Touka a short glance. His shirt and short blazer, sleeves rolled up, concealed the cuts from werewolf claws he received yesterday, but he was still unusually careful - even as his gloved hand, once again exposing the cross on his forearm, raised a cigarette to his lips, it was a very slow move.<br/><br/>Tobacco. Its heavy, bitter taste wasn't something he'd seek often - that very fact was a clear sign that he was unnerved. There have been twenty ghoul-caused deaths. In the Kira werewolf's hunting grounds and around... That was no good. Someone was running around wild off the leash... It's not going to get any better. The Library, all its safety, could be in danger.<br/><br/>And Isana would definitely be angry at him for telling this Touka where to find her. Well, he wasn't a little kid anymore - it's not like that would kill him, but still...<br/><br/>A sigh escaped him as he glanced above the frame of his small round sunglasses.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>Rin only watched how Tsukinama grew more and more upset while watching the morning news, preparing his breakfast and completely unable to change anything about it. Someone was hunting on his grounds. Was it the ghoul woman he spoke about yesterday? The one that cut his arm?<br/><br/>It would just drive him madder about his revenge. And it sure did - gritting his teeth, Tsukinama was determined to find her, and chop her up to little pieces... And consume her. Take pleasure in it. He'd love to do so... Oh, how much he'd like to see her blood.