And yet Yuki was only falling into Tatsumi's hands. he couldn't care less what people thought of one another. He knew he was on a higher level than humans, and even most shiki. He was the perfect shiki. Hell, if he was diluted more he might even believe he could escape death...

But Tatsumi was too smart to fall for that. After all, he had died three times. What he seemed to escape was an end. All the better as it'll help him achieve his dream... or form a new one now that his old one seemed so bland in Fortuna.

You know the Big Bad Wolf has a Big Bad Appetite. I might need to find the three little pigs soon if you don't save grandma.

Tatsumi skimmed the city from Marshall's rooftop, trying to plan his next move. He was rather hungry... and hadn't fed properly since he returned back to his normal self.