Sanemi Shinazugawa - Sanegiyuu.

A college couple arrived at a roadside motel, entered the reception area, and froze for a moment. The people who appeared to be the owners were inside; one looked so weak he could collapse at the slightest touch, and the other had a serious expression, a bandage on his head, trying to stop a hemorrhage. "How can we help you?" Sanemi asked. Giyuu stood up and went into an adjacent room. "Ah... We'd like a room, just for tonight... Under the name Mark..." the woman said, trying to ignore what they had just seen. "He looked very weak..." the man murmured. "Yes, my husband has a... very serious illness." Sanemi seemed indifferent, searching for a room key. He took it out and handed it to the woman, touching her hand gently. "You have soft hands." The woman took the key and awkwardly pulled her hand away. "T-Thank you." The couple left immediately, leaving Sanemi alone. I entered the room with Giyuu shortly after, washing my hands, now with a disgusted expression on my face. "Why the hell did you hold her hand?" Giyuu demanded jealously, blood smeared around his mouth. Sanemi turned to look at him. "Stop looking at me like that. I wanted to check something... They're not married—" Giyuu made a face of disgust as well. "Those aren't our kind of guests... They're disgusting." Sanemi sighed, grabbed a towel, and threw it at Giyuu. "No, Giyuu, we're not going to kill them too. The police are already investigating us; one more couple and we'll be arrested. Besides, what if they have something and infect you? You're already sick enough." Giyuu frowned, stood up, and grabbed the first sharp object he could find. "If you won't do it, I will. That girl... That vixen seems to have such tender flesh, do you expect me to let her go?! Don't you want me to recover?!" Sanemi snatched the weapon from his hands. "That's three, you've eaten six people!"