Yashoku walked around the second story a bit more.  He could tell other people were near.  He took his right hand out of his pocket.  It was larger then his left and pitch black.  The fingers were long and went into claws.  He looked at it and smiled.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.  He stabbed his right hand twice on the back of it.  There were two little holes that looked like fang marks and a thin black blood dripped from them slowly.  He put the knife away and took a deep breath.  He let out a loud, bloodcurdling scream of pain before falling to the ground hard.  He then weakly got up and started to stagger down the hall to see what his scream would attract.