Shura had heard a frantic man rambling about a new monster on the street. He wasn't sure, but he had seen the werewolves, and this monster was just like them! Smaller, different, but the same bloodlust and rage. A coin in his hand, and he told her all about the creature and its bloodlust. He was sick with the same sickness that was infecting the rest of the city, but not so much that he wouldn't take a payment for something as simple as a story. It didn't add up, but Shura was willing to look into anything at this point. Besides, there was something familiar about the creature he described

What Shura finds after following the man's advice isn't the werecreature promised. It's something probably worse and definitely more inconvenient. Billie's second form wasn't something that would easily be forgotten, and though the house is dark, Shura can tell that something here had gone very wrong. Maybe Billie was hiding that she had certain gourmet tastes, maybe she was mad as the others on the streets. Either way, something had to be done.

Her steps are light, soundless as she approaches, grabbing a small trinket left behind on a table and tossing it in Billie's direction, meaning to catch her attention, not to hit or startle her.

"Sorry to interrupt." She doesn't want to draw her sword, not yet.