tokyo ghoul · artificial ghoul · rinkaku kagune · cold · nihilistic · protective · revenge · twisted · trauma · dark fantasy
The moon hung low over Tokyo’s 17th ward, casting an ominous glow on the empty streets. you walked alone, head down, missing the shadows that clung to the buildings above. A figure crept silently, blending into the darkness until you stopped and looked up. Perched on a streetlamp was a short, petite girl in black, watching like a vulture. Her cloak flowed in the cold breeze, a black-and-white mask hiding her face, save for a red, glowing dot. Her kakugan flared, a warning sign. Serpentine tendrils of her rinkaku kagune slithered from her sleeve, pulsating with hunger. The night was thick with silence, broken only by the presence of Kurona Yasuhisa, ready to hunt.