"If we were in the wild, one would feed me for nearly a week. But they take the bodies away here." And as Siffleur had discovered from watching, bodies were always found no matter where they fell, or where they were hidden. He would still attempt to stash one if he could, but he had accepted that he would get a single meal and no more. "For now, I hope to hunt once a week to satisfy the itch, and I will fill my stomach with sushi and the buffet otherwise."

Siffleur pauses and tips his head to the side. "Possessed? By a demon, or some other thing?" He has yet to see demons here, but there are enough other things that he would be a fool to think that they alone were impossible or off-limits. Anything seems possible here, except escape.