"We should just eat the kid and get out of here!" The rainwalker that was once the old man opens his mouth quickly, getting ready to eat Qiony whole.
"Yeah, and what if we want to grow stronger, we need to eat stronger people and they usually have a higher resistance. So I want to make the food taste better, this will help mask the sedatives." The younger rainwalker almost yells.
There is a knock at the door that they don't hear because they are bickering.
"If we don't eat him now the authorities will realize that this building is a result of rainwalkers, haven't you heard the stories of what they do?" He drags Qiony into the supply closet.
After stuffing Qiony into a black sack he lifts the bag onto his shoulder, and forms his previous appearance as the old man again. "Just follow my lead, we don't need to attract unnecessary attention
He forces the other one to turn back into the chef, so they could walk out of here with less suspicion.
He turns back to the front door, to see a shadowy figure behind the glass. He opens the door and glares at the figure curiously.
"Hello, I am Grabeth thy Predators, and you are on 'To catch the predators.'" 'Grabeth thy Predators' spoke in an upbeat informative tone while maintaining a straight face.
The two rainwalkers look at each other unamused by the guy at the front door, before looking back at him. "Fleyhm stop messing with us," he sounds disappointed, "and you didn't even catch any prey this time." The chef sounds angry with Fleyhm, clearly holding a grudge because of something in the past.
Clearly agreeing with the chef, the old man scolds Fleyhm with a few punches. "Sinclair is right for once. Stop messing around and help us take this body back to Babel."
"Sorry, but who is Fleyhm?" Fleyhm asks curiously from the door, tilting his head to act like he really is confused.
The others don't respond, as if used to his jokes they just take the body bag containing Qiony over to a piece of graffiti that looks like a storm cloud.
"That's your first eminent victim this year, you two are certainly lucky. Most of us can't even find one in 4 eras." A voice comes from the graffiti, which then turns into a cloud.
"Mr. Messenger, what a surprise. I thought we just had a normal mailman assigned." The old man feigns surprise, he hands over the bag slung over his shoulder.
"Also, what do you mean by the 'two' of us? Even if he didn't help, Fleyhm is still part of our team."
The messenger takes a glance over at the duo while inspecting the bag. "Fleyhm is here?"
The two look at each other, wondering if they were seeing things. Then they nod, confirming that he is there.
"Well, your cargo is all good, you will be paid back on the seventh floor of Babel." The messenger takes steps on platforms made of rain taking the bag with him.
"Wait, what happened to the tenth floor?" Sinclair asks, confused, about what disaster happened to his home.
"What is the tenth floor? Oh well, you probably come from the burnt floor. All residents of that place claim there was a tenth floor." Then the messenger walks away, seemingly transforming into the storm clouds in the sky.