To be dragged somewhere she’s unfamiliar with is quite the routine, but this is different... this isn’t a ward, much less one that she can take over; this is stressing, if anything. Rize had her suspicions about being the only ghoul around, so what’s another better way to find out if not by luring them in? Ah, now she’s not so sure how to feel about this, she was wrong, there are other ghouls here after all.
Despite her 3 year rehab, despite all the help she had gotten from Yomo and the others, there’s no one right now to supervise her, and Rize is starving. Slipping a little won’t do much harm, probably. The air is heavy with the scent of blood and something else... No, someone else’s scent, a ghoul to be more exact.
❝ A visitor? You should know better than approach another ghoul when they’re feeding. I don’t blame you... t smells good, doesn’t it? ❞
Giving a glance over the shoulder, scarlet eyes landed on a familiar face, even though they had never interacted before, Rize has heard about important people back when ward hopping was a thing. Pulling a blood stained handkerchief from her jacket’s pocket, she poorly wiped her lips and fingers.
