[center][b]Ward 23
01:43pm[/b][/center]

Keisuke ventured out of his apartment, and onto the streets. He'd thoroughly cleaned his mask and returned it to it's rightful spot upon his face, obscuring his facial feature, and his disfigured jawline. His eyes were still adjusting to the natural light from the dank and dim of his squalid apartment. Keisuke chose to live there because it was out of the way, and out of the sight of any prying eyes, mostly doves and other ghouls that sought to do him harm. He was still a wanted man after the breakout, and had see his mugshot on a few newspapers, but it was just in a general collage of other mugshots of other ghouls who had escaped also.

He still awaited a call from Scarecrow. Keisuke was unsure on what to do. He'd heard rumours of doves investigating his crime scene, so he wasn't too happy to return. He could hunt again until nightfall, and even then, he didn't know if the doves would still be around. Maybe murdering the man wasn't the best idea, but he hadn't eaten properly in who knows how long. Keisuke looked down at his phone, expecting a contact from Scarecrow but, so far, nothing. Maybe he'd be on his own. Perhaps he'd been forgotten and was now a lone wolf. But a ghoul without friends, or a group, or backup, was as good as dead in his eyes.