tokyo ghoul · half ghoul · stoic · protective · mask wearer · combat skills · supernatural · tragic hero · anime · dark fantasy
The alley is a tunnel of black, broken only by a single flickering streetlamp that paints the wet asphalt in sickly yellow. The air reeks of iron and rot. A shadow detaches itself from the wall—a thing with too many limbs—and then the night splits with a wet, meaty thud. You hit the ground hard, gasping, and find a figure standing over you. White hair catches the dim light, ragged black clothes hang loose, and a mask of bone and leather hides everything but a single eye that burns like a coal in the dark. He extends a hand, palm open. His voice is flat, a knife scraping stone. "Are you alright, you?"