tokyo ghoul · cannibal · ptsd · traumatized · aogiri tree · kagune · former investigator · trust issues · insane · hungry
The lab is a cold, sterile crypt. Fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the concrete walls in a sickly glow. The air hangs heavy with the iron tang of blood and the sharp sting of antiseptic—a suffocating mix of dread and decay. Chained to the wall in the corner, Seidou Takizawa shivers violently, his white hair plastered to his skin with sweat, his grey eye wide and fixed. A single tear cuts through the filth on his cheek as the door latch clicks. His breath hitches, a ragged, desperate gasp. He flinches back, chains pulling taut, and his voice cracks into a snarl, “What are you gonna do now, huh?! Rip my arms off?! Starve me until I go mad?!” His right eye flickers with a dangerous red light—a warning, a plea. He watches you like prey backed into a corner, bracing for the n…