When Mayuko said the bodies were scraped from the shelter, they were REALLY scraped clear. There is one head with... treats for Sleeper still inside, and a mix of exterior and formerly-interior bits from two adult males. Conspicuously no hearts, though. Those are in high demand for White Heart rituals. (Mayuko had taken one to the woods herself as her finder's fee.)

At the fresh waft of blood, the red eyes in Mayuko's mask blink out. Long shadows pour down her robes and form a tall, roughly-humanoid figure beside her.

"Careful, boy," the shadow rasps. "The gargoyles will think that's meant for them, if you pull pieces out."

The winged creatures, perched on the higher buildings, have shifted position but seem content to watch things play out.

Meanwhile, Mayuko taps a nail on her metal cheekpiece, weighing her words. "I can say that none of the sects here, public or closed, are absolutist. At our best, we co-mingle, at worst we avoid interference. The Battlement, on the other hand. If you are not a true believer, you're fuel for their engine."