Hey guys. Beena hot minute, hasn't it? Sorry for the delay, I've just been getting a bit lazy with the uploads. I'm doing the best I can to motivate myself, and I promise I'll do my best to light a fire under my ass.

Regardless, thanks for being patient with me.

Rize was always working whenever she wasn't hunting or sleeping. She only ever worked at the coffee shop during the earlier part of the week, while on the weekends and Fridays, she worked at the library.

Her position as a librarian was her first job in this world. She started as a regular visitor, often combing through the history books of this alternate version of Japan, before taking the place of a missing employee. He was a nice man as well, very chatty and quite cute as well. She almost felt guilty but not very guilty. She needs to eat after all.

There are very few people she keeps alive to act as shields. Kobayashi and their boss at the coffeehouse are a few, as well as a handful of the regulars at the shop. Rize isn't particularly close with either of them, but they're useful until they aren't anymore.

At the library was of course her boss and the only other employee she shared any other shift with. Kanna was a relatively skinny girl probably just a few years older than Rize. She's fit and healthy, but there isn't enough meat on her for Rize to consider her worth it. She's also shorter than Rize, which further removes Kanna from her list. Not unless she was desperately hungry.

Her nighttime custodial job was merely a reason to explain why she would be out so late. Ghouls always have an easier time hunting at night when the Doves were mostly sleeping, but those who were awake were to be avoided most of the time. Except in her case, where she was dealing with comic book superheroes brought to life. All Might might as well don a cape with the first letter of his name on his spandex suit.

The entrance bell chimed and Rize looked up to see who it was. It was a couple of teenagers, doing their best to be quiet. They seemed to be wearing a school uniform colored grey and green with a red tie added. She looks at one and notices that she's seen him before, a spiky-haired blonde with a perpetual scowl on his face. He was with someone who seemed his opposite, one who was laidback and carefree, always smiling and trying to get him to smile back.

The blonde met her eyes only briefly and glared at her in suspicion. He recognized her as well. As to what kind of suspicion he might harbor, she didn't know. But regardless of anything, she needed to get him out of the picture. She can't afford to have too many if any eyes on her at all, but she couldn't be as reckless either.

Both of them disengage their stares in less than a second noticing each other, and quietly mind their own business. Rize thinks of the best ways to kill the boy, while the boy thinks of what she wants with Midoriya.

It was getting easier by the day to narrow down their target. Possible female, blood-colored tendrils, potentially bulletproof skin, cannibal with bodies found within the central Musutafu area, with some outliers along the industrial districts or construction sites on the outskirts. The targets were primarily men, likely who she lured out into secluded areas before consuming them alive. There were women, but not enough to add to the pattern.

So what better way to lure out their target than with a man? Of course, the plan could go horrendously wrong, but there's always a risk when locating Villains who operate in the shadows.

Of all the operatives who could lure out the Villain, none others come to mind than Toga. She may not fit the type of individual this cannibal would come after, but she can sure become one. After all, it's easier than kidnapping a random guy off the street, something he should have thought of earlier.

Now that school has been in session for a few days the cannibal might be more active with All Might absent for the most part. Although that isn't always a guarantee. Even before All Might took up that teacher position, he did figure out she was the one responsible for the tech building attack. She was likely getting more reckless even before then.

He also couldn't risk Toga getting killed. Her quirk was useful for infiltration, and the girl was fairly intelligent and able to mimic the mannerisms of the people she copied decent enough. So long as her want to "get closer" to people was sated. It rarely ever was. He's lucky the girl hasn't gotten caught yet.

So far Giran has been able to pin down a handful of potential hideouts. There are various nighttime locations, although no more within a six-mile radius of a set of shops, among them being a convenience store, a three-star restaurant, and a handful of residential buildings. There were very rarely ever any occurrences where a victim was found away from the radius, like the tech building attack.

The daytime locations were all scattered around the place, anywhere from the electrical rooms of Tatooin Station, an alleyway behind a library, and even the next building over from a hero agency. That last one had to have been a jab at the heroes.

It was almost impossible to pin down her daytime locations, almost being the keyword. There were certain times of the day when these attacks would happen. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays they would always happen between the hours of twelve and one o'clock, typically not too far from the road to U.A., and on Thursdays and Fridays, they would happen between two and two-thirty, always never too far from the old library. The weekends were host to her nighttime attacks.

It was hard to remember and difficult to keep track of. But what they knew for certain was that it was safer to lure her out in the day, but it would be more difficult because she might be more cautious. However, her more secluded attacks happened at night, where she could select and target individuals.

"I say we lure her out in the daytime," Giran says to no one in particular, imagining a more cooperative team of psychopathic weirdos working for him, in the room. "She doesn't seem to have a preference on who to snack on, aside from the obvious being men. The question is, how to get her to come out of her hidey-hole."

Giran sat there for a moment longer, tapping his finger on the armrest of his chair. "I'll just stalk the bitch, wherever she is," he groaned, rolling his eyes in frustration. "What's today?" he asked himself, checking the calendar. It's Thursday. It's also noon. Without further ado he got up from his seat, grabbed his suit jacket and scarf, and made his way out to the site near the Library, hoping things go his way. Not to mention, with it being daylight hours it's safer for him.

Rize fixed up her glasses and clocked out for lunch. She met a boy at her job at the cafe she had set up a date with. To him it was a date, for her, it was meal prep.

She saw her date waiting outside for her, waving at her briefly and smiling. She waved back and approached him with a smile of her own. He was cute, she had to admit that much, but she did hope he didn't go too heavy on the cologne; it ruins the taste.

"Hello, Inoue-kun," she greeted with a polite bow and casual smile. "I know you drove and I only have an hour's lunch, but how about a walk? I know a nice place close by. If you don't mind." She batted her eyes at him, a cliche way of flirting, but her date was a simple man who'd fall for anything. He was already blushing.

"O-of course," he agreed, clearly flustered by Rize's words and demeanor.

She smiled back at him gently, nothing too over-exaggerated or eager. "Thank you! Now why don't you follow me? I know a shortcut to get there quicker."

...

Giran watched any woman who he even remotely expected could be his target. With a handful of nameless grunts, he had some form of eyesight in the general area.

With the way the killings were performed, he needed to find someone who would be the kind to set up a trap. Either a wiry shut-in with little to no social skills and too much time to prepare or someone who uses their charms and natural looks to lure people into a false sense of security.

The first option would be difficult to pin down, despite how obvious it would be, because why would a shut-in even be outside? And how would someone with no social skills lure someone into a trap? For these incidents to occur, it would need to be by someone with the social skills and etiquette to lure people in. To let people drop their guard to be so easily fooled into following them into places where no one is watching, like abandoned roads, or empty alleyways.

He had to look for someone capable of doing that. Someone with an innocent and friendly demeanor, someone who could use their charisma to draw people in. Someone... familiar.

Giran spotted the barista from a few days ago latching onto the arm of some guy, likely a boyfriend or first date. She seemed eager, but the smile on her face wasn't happy. It wasn't malicious, but there was an evident lack of love or at least partial fondness in her face. She seemed to be indifferent.

"The cafe is on the other side of the block," she said to the man. "Let's take a shortcut!"

As far as Giran knew, there wasn't any cafe around for a few miles. He could be wrong, or perhaps it's one of those underground places. She was either lying to this man to get him alone, or it was an underground cafe that isn't registered with the city, both of which are suspicious in their own right. It didn't help she fit the general theme of the killer: a seemingly harmless woman, small in stature and a cutesy-like charm that radiates off her.

Curious, Giran followed, keeping his distance to avoid being put on her radar. As she led him through a strangely built alleyway, that turned a corner that led to a dead end, he stood at the corner of the bend of the alleyway, not daring to peek his head out.

Suddenly he heard the boy shout for help, but his voice silenced as the sound of flesh being ripped apart resounded and echoed across the alley. While no words were spoken, the man still screamed, yet only briefly, as his screams that sounded to be mixed with gargling were swiftly halted. The sound of something solid hitting the wall echoed, a splatter and crunching noise.

Giran looked around the corner, seeing the tiny woman digging into the man's corpse like a voracious hog. The man's head was separated from his body, leaning against a far-away wall with his jaw removed, and a bloodstain far above it. The sound of the woman ripping and tearing into flesh with her mouth and bare hands was a sickening sight. It made him want to vomit.

Entrails and vital organs were torn out of the man, his heart ripped out of his chest and eaten like an apple, and the rest of his circulatory system was chewed on like string candy. She ate the flesh and muscle in the form of slabs of soft, bloody meat. She cracked open the bones to suck out the marrow.

He couldn't take it anymore. He shouldn't have followed her. A violent wave of disgust came over Giran as he threw up all over the ground. What could possess someone to perform such a vile act? How could anyone savor such an act, treating the human body like a buffet?

The sound of chewing flesh and crunching bone vanished. Giran held his breath, hearing nothing but silence for half a minute before feeling the breath of another on the back of his neck.

"You smell familiar," said the voice of the woman, right into Giran's ear.

Giran fell forward, scrambling to put distance between himself and the cannibal. Before he could even make it a few feet something smooth and hard wrapped around his leg and yanked him upwards, dangling him upside down.

There she was, held aloft by four blood-red tendrils as another held him upside down by a single leg. Her face and clothes were bloody, with the remains of viscera around her mouth. Her eyes also looked to have changed color, from lavender colored to blood-red irises and pupils, with red-colored cracks extending outward across a black sclera.

She looked hungry, even though she just ate.

"W-wait a minute! I have an offer you can't refuse!" Giran exclaimed in a panic, not wanting to become her desert. "T-there's this group of-"

"Stop talking," Rize told Giran. "If I wanted to join another group of morally bankrupt individuals I would have done so."

"Just hear me out! I promise I'll make it worth your while! I swear!" Giran exclaims, hoping to be spared at the very least. "You like eating people. I won't ask why, I don't care why. But the heroes, they will care. If you wanna reduce that problem, and feel free to eat whenever you please, whoever you please, it's in your very best interest to work with us."

Rize stares into Giran's eyes, still debating whether or not to eat him. "I'll think about it," she says dropping him.

Giran lands on his back, and winces in pain slightly, but still manages to stand. "Next week, Thursday at eleven in the morning... we plan on taking down All Might."

"He's a school teacher now," she snorts, looking down at him condescendingly. "He barely has the time to be a Hero."

"It's not about that," Giran responds. "Sure, he has extra responsibility now, but that doesn't stop him from doing his job effectively. Now for people like me, he's put a lot of my guys behind bars. It hurts business for me. For these guys, you'll be working with... it's a bit personal. The purpose of it all is to shake the whole of Japan with his death. Think of how demoralizing it would be to every hero to know that the symbol of peace was killed."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Rize asked. "The man is practically invincible."

"They said they have a weapon to do the job," Giran explained. "I dunno what that weapon is, but with how creepy those guys are, I'd imagine they have something real messed up in mind."

Rize muller it over in her mind, still towering above Giran with the aid of her tendrils. Looking back down at Giran, she asks him, "What else can you tell me?"