Mrs. scotts was seated in the manager's office, with all of Icarus' ghouls standing in front of her.

"As some of you know, Icarus is no more. Rather than forcing you to stand by alone without aid, I, his subordinate, have come to provide for you." She slits her wrist, and pours the blood into a bowl. "From now on, I will endeavor to make sure that your needs are met, and hope that all of you can one day treat me with the same respect you showed Icarus. For now though, just drink."

As they pass the bowl around, Mrs. scotts feels the hunger coming to her. She hasn't fed in some time, and she should do so soon.