"They are very sentient creatures, much like us. There is no need to cause them extra pain by collecting trophies from them," Yumi said flatly, "I could recommend a therapist for you. He works with our squad from time to time to analyse certain Nocturne's behaviors." She slowed down as she turned into the multistory car park, the sensors beeping before the barriers lowered. "He said he would be visiting either today or tomorrow to add his opinion on the Artisan case and help us profile the Ghoul."<br/><br/>"You're new here but cops here have guns and tazers. There was a couple of occasions where the cops had to deal with the Ghouls, so their firearms are powerful enough to do that level of damage but they are revolvers, not automatic pistols." She stifled a sneeze, the cold finally getting to her. She switched the internal conditioner off, maneuvering her car back to the assigned parking lot.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Isana trotted into the Library, taking a seat in a cushioned chair on the exterior partition of the cafe. She crossed her legs and closed her eyes, her hands swiped up over her face to push her wet hair out of her eyes. She pushed out with her other senses, another activity she did often to rely less on her sense of sight. She hummed softly, tunelessly as she inhaled the lingering scent of crushed coffee beans, frozen cakes, paper and for some reason, a trace of blood.