It was a whisper around the town for weeks. Another heart had been ripped from a body before death had set in. The person was believed to have been in horrible pain. It was the third case in a month. Beforehand, there had not been this many, but the authorities had long realized that hearts seemed to be the target for some crazy people out there; stolen hearts from morgues, hospitals, and now, live people. The police could not connect all cases to one person, and followed leads that died out when they were about to reach the answer. As the police had grown out of themselves, a mysterious man had showed up in their office. He was probably beyond 60 years of age, but it was almost impossible to tell what age he really was. His hair, covered by a tophat, was as light and shining as newly polished silverware, and his hands were crooked and aged. His face was hidden in the shade of the hat, only a wide grin showing on his face. He was barely five feet tall, and behind him stood a tall, broad man with a stern expression and sunglasses. The elderly was wearing a grey suit, the large man a dark blue one. The first thing the old man had said was: "We are dealing with Ghouls." Quite expected of them, the police demanded answers. The man began a tale about creatures hiding just under one's skin, so close to humans and yet so, so far from what humans really were. They aged as humans, looked like humans, behaved like humans, but they were monsters in the shape of people. A normal ghoul would have to consume a human heart every month. If they didn't do that, they would go crazy and in the end, die. They would become sicker and sicker, and some went on rampages trying to keep themselves more "human". A lot of towns away from them had already been invaded by the ghouls, and it was only a matter of time before this city stood as next on the list. The police did not wish to believe that such monsters could exist, but the look in that man's eyes showed that he was certainly no liar and would not be happy being labeled as so. Something about him made it seem like he was unable to form a lie. It was a strange, peculiar and slightly creepy old man, in people's opinion. Evan had spent a long night out. She had been hunting all night, and somehow found her way into a local medical school. Just like the creatures those policemen feared, Evan ate human hearts. You could call her a ghoul. And yet she was also human. Her mother had been a full-fledged human, and when she had been born, they had been frightened what kind of person she would turn into. It turned out that she did not need as much nutrition as other ghouls. A heart every second month did the trick for her, and she did not wish to risk becoming a "binge eater" as ghouls were called when they went crazy. The human in her allowed her to cosume several foods; vegetables, coffee, and red meat. But obviously, she was uncomfortable going out. Evan worked at a tea shop nearby, but other than that and school, she never left her house. The tea shop was run by ghouls, and a place for ghouls on the run to gain shelter and food. When Evan had discovered the place, she had been taken in with warm arms, even if she was a half-breed that didn't have their branding mark: a fang etched into the skin around the left hip. Every ghoul was born with it, but she didn't have it. In school, she was not very social, and wore sunglasses to hide her strange eyes. They were not like a ghoul's, a ghoul's eyes were the exact opposite, but they looked very frightening to other people. She didn't take them off at work, either. Apparently, it was out of the other ghouls' hands to help her with why she couldn't make her eyes look more normal. As she reached the tea shop, she greeted the manager and the maid that was there with her, walking into the back of the store to change to her uniform. She walked back out, serving tables with a calm, indifferent expression. One wouldn't say that she had an attitude, but she was not a bubbling mood bomb either. She was polite, didn't smile, didn't scowl, and didn't complain at any point. She was a calming and slightly peculiar presence in the tea shop. On the tv in the shop was news about the binge eaters that were terrorizing the areas of the town.