Hisao's street roaming was only the first of many parts of his hunting plan. The other was to keep his physical appearance as simple as he could. His short, auburn hair was slightly spiked upwards, keeping with a very basic haircut, paired with the thin facial hair covering his cheeks, chin and upper lip. His general appearance was meant to be basic and masculine, but not too easy to spot in a crowd. Even his choice of wardrobe was kept very simple. He wore a woolly, black, long-sleeved shirt, covered by a thick rain coat, with dark blue denim jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Hisao continued his seemingly endless wandering, trying to mask his appearance behind various groups of drunkards and excited teenagers, his eyes wandering around his surroundings carefully. They locked onto other people like a tracking device, trying his best to locate a desired subject for the hunt. However, every block seemed to consist of the same environment; nothing but a bunch of people having fun and hopping from nightclub to nightclub. Hisao continued his pursuit, covering nearly sixteen blocks of the city, crossing different streets and taking a plethora of left turns and right turns, just hoping that his intuition will be his guide. Every street looked the same at this point. Every multicolored light just looked exactly the same to him. Variation was almost nonexistent to him at this point. Soon enough, he stumbled across a nightclub he frequented every now and again. It was a very obnoxious techno club known as The Blue Bird, the patrons often consisting of young, sexually active adults and deadbeats hoping to get in on the action. It's also well-known for being very, very dangerous for young women during the night. Often times you'll see older men trying to take advantage of these women by any means necessary. Hisao felt bad that he would be using a potential victim of sexual assault as a means to obtain a meal though it had to be done.
"Well, it could be worse." Hisao said in his rough, deep voice, casually walking into the alleyway to the left-hand side of the nightclub. He reached the end of a large dumpster, taking a seat beside it and huddling his legs into chest, making sure to hide his appearance from anyone who may enter from the same direction. This was to ensure that he would be able to listen to any altercation that may possibly occur in the alleyway. Hisao let out a soft yawn, feeling a little annoyed that he would have to wait so long for his meal. However, the wait would be worth it.
Nearly two hours passed and Hisao fell fast asleep, his head resting against the grimy dumpster with no other place to rest. He found himself waking up to the very situation he had been waiting for. The loud banging on the other side of the dumpster echoed loudly, though it quickly died down until the banging stopped entirely. The muffled screams of a woman could only be heard by the ears of those nearby, nothing a passerby on the street would have been able to hear. However, Hisao knew exactly what to do. He grasped both ends of his side of the dumpster and forcefully pushed towards the man and the women knocking both of them over upon contact. The force of the dumpster was enough to catch the man off guard, releasing the woman from his grasps and allowing her the time to run away. The man stood up and walked forwards as if he were to pursue her, though he stopped himself, knowing that it was a fruitless endeavor. Hisao'a head peered over the dumpster lid to take a good look at the man. He was a very overweight man wearing a skinny, sweaty white tank top and grey sweat pants. The stench of alcohol stuck to his clothing, only showing how very simple this target would be to lure. He even wore a laughably pathetic combination of sandals and socks. However all of that would have been irrelevant thanks to the sight of a Bowie knife handle, revealed in his right pants pocket. He was exhaling heavily, which eventually turned into a series of aggravated grunts.
"Hey, sorry about that buddy. I have trouble getting comfy when I sleep." Hisao chuckled; his deep voice successfully carried a heavy amount of sarcasm. "Look, there's no need to be so angry. I'm sure we all feel bad that Miss Betty Crocker stood you up on your date but you don't need to take it out on a poor party girl."
"Shut up!" The man shouted with an inebriated slur, clearly not amused by the facetious comments, quickly grabbing the knife out of his pocket and holding it up as a threat. Hisao's reaction was a much exaggerated leap backwards, quickly raising his arms up above his head and a sarcastic cry.
"So this is how it ends?" Hisao said in an exaggerated fearful tone. "To be killed at the hands of a sweaty rapist with no technique at all?"
The man's anger finally got the best of him; he raised the knife above his head and ran at Hisao, letting out one angrier grunt upon such a response. Hisao chuckled and leaped backwards while the man stabbed the knife in a downwards motion, effectively missing. Hisao then decided to take a right turn at the end of the alleyway, leaping about ten feet upward onto the wall of a three story building. He darted forward about thirteen feet before crouching and repelling off of the wall and onto the building opposite of him. This time, however, both his hands and feet held the face of the wall. With a quick leap forwards, propelling himself forward with the support of his arms, he darted forward even faster than before, running both up and down the face of the wall as if it were a carnival ride. The man followed down the alleyway, reaching the turn just after Hisao's acrobatic movements. This pattern only continued as Hisao led the man further down the alleyway towards an abandoned construction site. An unfinished array of scaffolding and steel beams made up what's to be a new building, followed by a dirt field of steel pipes and abandoned tractors. Due the inebriated nature of this man's mental state he was not going to stop. Hisao decided to step things up a bit and jog towards the cement floored, empty building site, having no interest in waiting for the man to catch up every twenty seconds. Plus, this was another entertaining way for Hisao to observe the drunken stumbling of a drunken deadbeat man. Thinking about it now, feasting on a slob like him would not be too appetizing but what ghoul would pass up the opportunity to obtain an easy, free meal like this? The man finally made his way onto the building site, albeit clumsily, panting and gasping for breath.
"Now… you'll… you'll see!" He shouted, stumbling a bit as he made his way towards Hisao.
"Don't you think you should rest a bit?" Hisao smirked and crossed his arms. "You should consider killing me when you regain all of that energy you lost. I mean, you lost the girl you were trying to take advantage of and you had to run all this way. That's practically two hours' worth of a gym workout for someone like you, right?"
"Shut up!" He shouted once again. "I'll… I'll teach you to make fun of me! You… you like that smile?!"
"Yes, I pride myself in having a nice smile. Why? Are you sick of me smiling at your insolence? You should look in the mirror and have some sense of self evaluation. Maybe sober up a bit, you'll start seeing what I see and you can help but crack a smile."
"You won't have it when I cut up that u-ugly face of yours!" The man started springing in an awkward fashion, clearly being too drunk to even walk properly, and drove his hand at Hisao's face, the knife colliding with his cheek. Although, once making contact, the blade shattered into multiple pieces, leaving only a bowie knife handle with shattered metal attached. The man's face shifted into pure shock, his widened eyes focused on Hisao's smiling face. Hisao couldn't help but cock a brow, always enjoyed the reaction people give him when they discover his identity.
"You… you…" He muttered fearfully. "You're…"
"Still smiling?" Hisao said facetiously, his deep voice still carrying the sarcasm well. "No kidding, bud. Weren't you going to do something about that?"
Hisao let out a soft yawn, his smiling face quickly shifting into a look of boredom. "Look pal, I let this draw out for far too long. Playing with your food is just natural for me but I also have a habit of taking it too far. If I'm not careful, those Doves will catch me. So…"
Hisao then rolled his right shirt sleeve all the way up to his bicep before pointing all of his fingers directly upwards, cocking his arm back and then releasing it as if it were a bullet being shot out of a gun, drilling his hand right through the center of the drunken man's chest. The blood gushed from the gaping wound as his body started slumping over. He waited about ten seconds, waiting until the man was completely dead, before pulling his hand out of the man's chest and releasing him from his grip as it fell to the ground like a ragdoll, sousing in its own blood.
"Well… my job is done." Hisao said, staring at the dead body, smiling softly, leaning down and grabbing both of the man's wrists and pressing his left leg on his bare back, hoping to rip off both of his arms. After pulling with a steady amount of force, both of the man's arms detached from his body, blood spraying about the concrete floor upon release. Hisao sunk his teeth into the wrists, cocking his head to the side and pulling on it forcefully, hoping to rip off the hands. Hisao was not a fan having fingernails enter his mouth, so he likes to be rid of the hands entirely. Once he discarded the hands, he sunk his teeth into the left arm and started devouring the flesh, wandering over to a piece of scaffolding and leaned against it with the other arm in his other hand. His plan was to finish the arms and abandon the corpse, allowing any other ghoul to feast on the rest of the corpse just in case any investigators make their way to such a site. It's secluded and an easy spot to find ghouls at night, so Hisao had to be careful. However, he is glad that such a meal was this simple.