He moved like water flowing over rocks. Limbs taut, like a spring ready to snap at any moment.

Smooth. Unstoppable.

This movement was usually restricted to hunters in their natural habitat, perhaps forests or woods in the fall. However, when your prey was of the well, Human nature, you tend to move in that way almost constantly. Already, humans noticed. Walking down crowded roads, through throngs of chattering people, people avoided Kinaki. Mostly they did it unconsciously. They brushed by him, avoided touching his clothes or stepping directly into his path.

Mothers pulled their children closer, held their bags a little tighter.

Unnerving. Intimidating. Downright scary.

Toucan wished he would just stop. Just turn off that easy, rolling gait that marked him unhuman. Kinaki had been like this since the narrow escape from Jason. They still were not sure what had happened down in that hellish pit, but the splatters of gore and blood told a horrifying story. The Kinaki Ken she had known was gone. In his place stood a white-haired hunter that moved bonelessly and struck like a snake, a being that perturbed customers and other ghouls alike.

Most ghouls could pretend, even the crazy, murderous humans could sometimes blend into society. But the strange, unnerving smile he sometimes wore, and the almost constant cracking of fingers marked Kinaki as something not human or ghoul. Kinaki Ken was a hunter.

And there was no denying he was deadly.