Kimura Reiko woke in darkness, again. This time, her naked body lay in some sort of cold metal container. She felt her flesh rearrange itself; sharp cracks echoed in the small space as her bones snapped back in place. Her unclear mind started to unravel even more at this state of entrapment. As her P’o nature took over, Reiko also felt this hunger, stronger than any emotion she had ever felt.
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Yamada Ryuji felt like he was being flayed alive, only the sensation came from the full reformation of his body from the ashes of a now-split container. He could just barely make out similar plastic containers stacked along the surrounding shelves like over-sized mayonnaise jars. The light he could see by came from under a shut door up a short flight of steps.
As his split soul tried to fuse back together, his P’o nature won out. Flesh. He knew that was what he wanted, what he needed.

He would have screamed from the pain if he were formed enough to do so.  Once he could he no longer needed to.  The pain was no longer an enemy to fight.  Rather it sent his attention elsewhere.  He was being hurt.  Something was hurting him.  He needed to find the source of the pain and kill it.  The only sound that came from his partially formed throat was a hoarse, feral growl; a wounded beast refusing to back down.  His movements were slow and sluggish as though he didn't quite remember how to command his limbs but as his body finished reconstituting itself from the ashes his movements changed.  He was far more graceful than he had been in life.  He was a hunter and he was hungry.

Instincts drove him, guided him.  He knew what to do despite having never done it before.  His eyes darted about seeking prey.  His nostrils flared as he sought the taste of flesh in the air.  He moved.  A distant part of his mind recognized things and the beast made use of them.  Door knobs.  Locks.  Windows.  Part of him knew the hunt must be done with care but a larger, stronger part was too hungry.  He needed to eat.  His very soul clawed at him with the strength of his need.  For now, the hunt was all.

Ryuji wasn’t conscious of the exact moment he had gotten to the top of the stairs and jerked the door open. The room so revealed was concrete-walled and squarish, with a corridor leading off to the far right. Three file cabinets lined the same side: their ancient metal glinting in the light of the single hang-down bulb from the ceiling.
The brightest light emanated from the computer screen on the far left desk. The short-haired woman sitting in front of it swiveled her chair around and just barely had time to stand before Ryuji acted.

As his frenzied eyes fell upon the unfortunate woman a tiny voice trapped in the back of his mind tried to deny what was about to happen.  With a ferocity born of hunger he sprang at the woman.  His teeth were bared and seeking her throat to crush the life out of her as fingers curled into claws reached for her.

So... hungry

Freed from a hell she barely remembered (at least for now), Reiko thrashed around inside her 'cold locker'.  It slid open more from luck than actual ability.  While there was nobody around, Reiko loped over to other drawers and began pulling at them to see if she could score some tasty flesh.  In her current state she'd eat anything...

Three other corpses turned up in Reiko's frenzied search for food.

The first was an old man who'd already been processed and was awaiting delivery to a funeral home.  Reiko found very little to eat from this one.  In her frustration she had eaten its face off and ripped him apart... wiping bits of it on the wall in a pleasing arrangement.  The second corpse was a waterlogged tourist who still had most of her 'bits' inside.  Reiko chowed down on the girl like a pizza with extra topping, happily slurping down organs and fleshy bits.  Muscle memory resulted in Reiko swabbing the blood onto her 'slices' (and yes, she doubled dipped).  The third corpse was an obese man that was halfway finished by the mortician.  Reiko feasted well from this one, enjoying the extra blubber.  Several burps escaped her, a reflex action signalling her contentment.

And then she felt 'very' woozy.  Already leaning towards the Yin aspect, so much dead flesh further filled her with the death aspected chi.  She blundered into benches and tables, knocking things aside and mewling in a pitiful manner.  finally she drunkenly stumbled towards the exit where the freedom of the night air beckoned to her.  But clutched in Reiko's hand was a metal object that made funny noises when she prodded it.  It's familiarly gave her comfort and so she took it along... like a dog carrying its favorite toy.

Mine.  Urg... bad food.
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The office worker broke free and ran down the hallway, getting about halfway to the next doorway.

An eager roar followed the fleeing woman.  Although her temporary escape was frustrating it was far more enjoyable, despite his hunger, to continue the chase.  But he couldn't allow for an extended chase.  He was hungry.  Perhaps his next chosen prey could be hunted properly.  She could not be allowed to escape.  Memories arose in him that he didn't properly recognize and his arms reached for her again.  Once she was held in place it would be much easier to tear out her throat and feast upon her.