"What's your name?" The boy who called himself "Ishida" yelled across the room, showing off his pointy shark-like teeth proudly. He seemed strangely casual in this environment, placing one of his hands on his hips and leaning to one side. Ishida was even indifferent to the fact he was bleeding from his eyes and coughing up a rather worrying amount of blood every minute.

Kirigiri swallowed hard. She could call for the others...but they could end up like... like Him.

She tried not to make eye contact with Ishida, keeping in mind that if that rule worked with animals, it would probably work with him. If it didn't however...

"It's none of your business. I do not divulge such information to suspicious individuals." She remained still, focusing on a spot behind Ishida and trying not to show her nervousness to him, speaking in a forced calm tone. She felt as though she was frozen to the floor, sweat dribbling down her face and pooling at the base of her neck, as if an inconsistent stream running into a small pond.

Ishida made a sound that was something like a chuckle and a low growl mixed together, and frowned, glaring at a place on the high ceiling. He seemed to not be making eye contact with Kirigiri either, or was at least trying not to, occasionally allowing his eye to dart in her direction before pulling them back upwards. "Hmm I think I can remember... Ah I think..." He grumbled, seeming put off by Kirigiri's rude reply.

"Remember...? But you-" The violet eyed detective was cut off by the sound of the door swinging open again, this time with a crude BANG.

"Ishimaru?!" The voice of Aoi Asahina came from the door way and she rushed towards Ishida with a concerned expression, her eyes lined with shocked tears.

She quickly grabbed hold of Ishida's arm and placed her other hand on his cheek softly, trying to get a good look at his ferocious injuries without gagging. "W-what happened to y-you?" She whimpered, gritting her teeth and looking into the white haired boy's eyes with an intense gaze. Kirigiri had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she threw her arms around herself and concentrated on not being sick from the pressure. She could feel her throat burning with hot liquid and her heart shaking her body with an iron grip.

Ishida cleared his throat and looked into Aoi's eyes in a strangely affectionate way, before whispering in a sinister tone.

"Hey, little miss confidential! I'm sure you were thinkin', 'we can't possibly bump off all these guys at once, its against the rules'."

Kirgiri felt herself shiver uncontrollably, and her pupils shrank a considerable amount. He was right... but how?

Ishida continued, trying to contain an unsettling smile. "Well..."

And that's when it happened. Kirigiri's stomach overflowed, allowing vomit to spill from her mouth.

Ishida quickly closed his teeth round Aoi's neck, biting down hard with a sickening crunching noice and rolling his eyes as he felt Aoi's tears drip onto his face. He adopted a disgusted expression as he released Aoi's body from his grasp, spitting out the blood on his tongue.

"Well, if I can make the rules, I don't have to worry about breakin' em." Ishida made the same growl-laugh noise and coughed as he traced his fingers on the insides of his cheeks, flicking drops of blood off his fingertips by turning his wrists around, as if they were meat roasting on a spit.

Aoi's face looked disturbed, there was pain in her eyes, and Kirigiri could see it clearly. Normally Kirigiri would be able to look at a dead body without flinching... but this felt different...

The sudden crunch noise that emitted from Aoi's neck as Ishida bit down on her...Kirigiri felt it reminded her of how a fox kills a chicken. It felt like Ishida saw this practise as a chore, something he had to do rather than something he chose to do on his own.

"Ack, I would've liked to not use my teeth, but eh. Wait isn't there like a fetish for this kinda' thing..." Ishida continued to spit out blood, his lips trembling as he giggled, as if he was laughing at his own joke.

Kirigiri thought this was his way of answering her question, understanding despite his brutality... that perhaps it was for the best at this stage.