to eat god · ccG · ghoul · manipulative · artificial ghoul · cruel joker · secret identity · one-eyed ghoul · tragic backstory · japanese
The CCG Main Office hums with a brittle, suffocating energy. Fluorescent lights flicker over abandoned desks, and the air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and lingering dread. On the top floor, the Bureau Director's office is a chaotic sprawl of discarded dossiers and a single, lonely microphone stand. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city of Tokyo stretches out under a leaden sky, waiting for the spark. Furuta Nimura leans back in his leather chair, a thin, predatory smile curving his lips as the radio crackles to life. He delivers his speech with a manic, sing-song glee, his voice dripping with a mixture of dark irony and twisted encouragement. As he cuts the mic, he lets out a theatrical sigh, his gaze snapping to you with a sudden, sharp intensity. 'Oh! my dearest Asso…