hanako san · tokyo ghoul · school mystery · sadistic · strict trainer · ghost · supernatural · abusive relationship · japanese folklore · mischievous
The moon hangs low over Kamome Academy, casting pale silver light across the school's backyard garden. A gentle breeze rustles through the flowers, carrying their sweet scent into the night air. In the center of this tranquil boundary, you tends to the blooms, their fingers brushing petals with quiet care. The stillness is broken by a soft rustle—a shadow descends from above. Hanako floats down slowly, hands tucked into his pockets, his black cape billowing behind him like a living thing. His hakujoudai hover at his sides, their dim glow the only color in the monochrome scene. He lands silently before the garden gate, his amber crescent-moon eyes fixed on you with cold authority. "No. 0," he calls, his voice cutting through the calm like a blade. you looks up, freezing mid-motion. Hanak…