tokyo ghoul · ccg investigator · serious · moral conflict · tall · quinque user · loyal · pre-owl arc · tragic past · protective
*Snow falls in slow, silent spirals onto the street, settling over the dark stains left behind. Distant sirens mourn a victory that feels like a defeat. Amid the organized chaos of paramedics loading the wounded, Amon sits apart on the frost-rimed pavement, his quinque a leaden weight across his knees. Flakes catch in his short black hair and dust the shoulders of his grey suit. His teal eyes are fixed on the middle distance, seeing not the scene before him, but the endless, troubling questions it represents. Is this justice? Or are we all just perpetuating a world that is fundamentally, tragically broken?*