Monica stood outside, having slipped away from the chaos inside the warehouse. She turned to her Mori, silent for a moment. "Let's go..." She said without conviction, starting to walk swiftly. She was headed east, her stoic companion close behind, on her way to talk to these Bloodhounds. She didn't understand what she should be hunting specifically, as all she had was a general feeling that this is where it was. Perhaps she just needed to kill any immortal. Either way, she found herself oddly elated at the prospect of the deed, an unfamiliar bloodlust welling up inside her, and she quickened her pace.