This City had seemed desolate, at first. Full of network devices and intrusive audio and worthless humans. Worse still, his Saya was hidden somewhere. Guarded, no doubt, by her wretched Chevalier- and by that conniving, murderous turncoat Karl had once called 'brother'.

It didn't matter. He'd find her. He'd find her, and make her his.

And for now...

Karl smiles coldly.

For now, he could concentrate on getting a little snack.

Leaning by the empty building, he waited for his succulent little prey. This was going to be too easy. Like taking candy from a baby. Or both.