Kusari Murasaki | 18 | Male | Wandering - Ward 01 | Mentions Junko, Homura

As he stepped through his office, Kusari received a bundle of strange looks, from "do you need help with that?" to "what the actual fuck is he doing". It wasn't the first time he'd gotten such glances, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but that paired with the heavy stack of documents he had piled up in his arms was just making him incredibly aggravated.

He stepped carefully through the office door, the bitter scent of coffee hitting his nose immediately and causing him to cringe. He hated coffee. Sweet things were far better, in his opinion. He slammed the files down on the table with a grunt, disappointed when none of the coffee-filled cups knocked over and drenched the papers Homura was looking over. He really felt like spiting someone right about now.

"Yeah. Loads. On the Decapitator, the Prophet, and a few cannibals in the 11th Ward. No thanks to you." He immediately pulled out the most interesting document he had discovered: a series of cases, all with the same results and leading to the same, still-unidentified ghoul.

"This guy's my favorite though. The Vulture. Keeps on stalking random ghouls and eating both them and their human victims. There's so many cases that I bet he's got a Kakuja by now..." He grinned at the thought, calculations and experimental fantasies already flying through his head. "I really want his kagune."