Rain fell lightly on the Red Light district of Edge City as drunks stumbled out of bars and brothels and into puke-scented cabs or shadows. It was the second type Hiromasa was after. He had no need to feed as frequently as he did, but was fun on multiple levels and when you don't need sleep, sometimes you just need something to do. In the guise of an older gentleman he stood just out of the ring of a streetlamp and surveyed for a target. Decisive footsteps told him that tonight, prey would be coming to him.
"Hey, you looking to make some cash? You're the only person I see who isn't drunk or drugged out and I need something done. Easy job and the pay's good, what do you say?" A quick glance indicated that the young man petitioning him was certainly included in the latter group he had mentioned. His skin hugged his body tightly and his face had the sunken features and wandering eyes of a long-time abuser. "You don't look like you can afford food, kid, much less my time. Fuck off," replied Hiromasa, his eyes wandering back to the streets. Hands gripped his arm desperately, and the moor smiled.
"Look man, I need this. I need you to...kill my mom. I'll give you everything I've got on me, and I'll show you where my stash is. Please, man!" Hiro's eyes stopped wandering and again focused on the stranger begging him, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Seeing he had Hiromasa's attention, the young man continued. "She's an older lady, she...works at the Sphinx, makes good money. People apparently pay well for wrinkles, I guess," He said, shuddering at the notion. "Anyway, you don't care about that. Thing is, she usually walks home since it's not too far from the club, and she usually has a friend with her. Big, ridiculously beefy dude, one of the bouncers. Thing is, I happen to know he won't be doing that tonight," he explained,licking his lips nervously. "If a little accident were to h-"
Seeing that the streets had more or less emptied out, Hiromasa closed his eyes and darted out a hand, closing it on the drug addict's throat. "Not killing your mom to pay for your habit, kid, and I'm going to make sure you don't either." Casually, he carried the struggling man further into the darkness, where normal people wouldn't even be able to see. Violet eyes soon broke the blindness, staring into the addict's, sending the clear message that his life was about to end.
A few minutes later, his pockets slightly fatter with the son's money, Hiromasa stepped out from an alleyway in front of the woman he'd seen in the man's memories. "Heard you were without an escort tonight, ma'am." Fear appeared in the old woman's eyes and she started to back away, her expression changing to a nervous smile as he extended his arm for her to hold. "Let's get you home." He did just that, and an hour later he left her apartment, sated in more ways than one and with some money to boot. Overall, it had been a good night.