she walks down the street, humming a nameless tune and swinging her arms. the city is so cute--! pastel colors and fluffy sheep...a truly comforting place. however, she knows that when night falls, cities...change, no matter how innocent they seem. just like people, cities can put up a facade and Giselle is itching to learn its secrets.
although rather bummed about her lack of abilities (how absolutely rude!), she certainly hasn’t lost everything. after all, the smell of blood is hard to ignore when one is so used to it.
the scene she stumbles upon is like something from a movie. another person crouches over a limp and bloody body, digging into it like it’s on a silver platter and now a dirty sidewalk. so into his meal, the stranger hasn’t noticed her almost completely silent approach until she speaks.
though, she’s not afraid. far, far from it. color her...intrigued.
“You’ve really done a number on that person, huh?
To think, such a vibrant city holds people like you. ♡”