Nezuko ran in pursue after she kicked the white-haired demonette through two buildings.

Then she stopped still when she came upon a small group of three young women. They were all squatted in one of the houses that the white-haired demon was flung through. Three of them were bleeding and hurt. They smelled amazing and were like a freshly made meal just for her. The tantalizing scent of blood from the woman's bleeding arm sang to her, drawing all of her urges in. The Hunger she possessed but couldn't control only wanted one thing. To devour them.

Her flame-kissed claws dug deep into the woman's pale neck, his grip taking hold of all the veins and muscles it could hold and ripped it out. The sound faintly echoed in the field. Her blood splattered onto her delicate face and her light pink kimono. The blood had also seeped out and dripped onto his arm, which eventually dripped onto the already bloody ground below them.

Before she died, the woman had gazed into his eyes and talked to her, like she was still human.

"No..no…please stop.." Her voice trembled as she said this, but her eyes looked directly into his. Her voice showed her fear, but her eyes showed determination. She tightened her grip on her arm, as a form of a desparate attempt to defend herself, and had continued talking, like nothing else was more important. It wasn't. It wasn't important. Nothing did. Her hand took no hesitation at her words and she could only helplessly watch in terror as his fingers dug into her neck. Nezuko wanted to throw up, to rip out her own arms, to let out all that he was feeling right now.

Yet tears did not fall from her eyes. It couldn't. Nezuko had absolutely no control. It was like she was trapped inside her own mind, like she was a mere puppet, an object made solely to be controlled and entertain others.

Once she devoured the woman, Nezuko cruelly stepped on the woman's crumpled up body, new blood collected by his feet as she lunged for the two remaining women within the building with slick crimson smeared in her fangs.

The bodies of the three women were sprawled across the ground, covered in the dirt and blood, like an abandoned animal that had been trampled way too many times.

Finally, she had eaten a human. And her senses returned at full blast, and tears of despair coursed down her cheeks.