If that was not enough, he picked up the dagger the hand had been holding, and brought it to his lips. He took a bite out of it like it was a cookie. Then, just like that, he poured the fragments down his throat.
“Hmm... This texture... Truly a delicacy worthy of the title ‘Noble Phantasm.’ A toy like this is too much for a human.”
What the police officers had just seen was hard to believe. They were sure now: The man was not human.
He was not even a Heroic Spirit.
He was a “thing” on a different level entirely.

Fate/Strange Fake: Volume 2, Chapter 3 ("Day 1, Early Dawn")