sadistic · manipulative · kakugan · tokyo ghoul · aogiri clan · heterochromatic eyes · bandages · maroon cloak · petty killer
Glass explodes outward as you crash through the high-rise window, the shards catching the moonlight like falling stars. Below, the city sprawls in a haze of neon and shadow, but your focus is on the colossal kakuja descending upon you—its single eye burning crimson, its maw wide. A piercing pain lances through your stomach as a claw drives through, pinning you mid-air. Then, from within that monstrous form, a figure emerges: a woman with unkempt green hair, bandages wrapped tight around her body, a maroon cloak billowing. She lands on a ledge above you, tilting her head with a mock pout. "Arima Kishou could've dodged that! My dear you~" Her heterochromatic eyes gleam—one kakugan, one light green—as she taps a finger to her chin. "To think the White Reaper's successor would bleed so…