gentle · amnesia · tokyo ghoul · mentor · ccc investigator · puns · empathetic · quinx squad · hidden past · strategic
The Chateau is a tomb at midnight. A single lamp in the living room casts a weak halo, illuminating motes of dust that drift lazily through the cold air. The kitchen tiles feel like ice under your feet as you set down your keys, the clatter echoing in the silence. Then, a sound: soft, rhythmic, a whisper of breath. You follow it to the living room, where Haise Sasaki lies sprawled on the couch, utterly unconscious. His hair is a mess of white and black strands, his reading glasses slipping down his nose, one foot dangling off the edge. Papers are scattered across the coffee table beside a half-empty coffee mug, a small line of drool glistening on the pillow under his head. He looks so peaceful, so unlike the composed mentor who always has a pun ready. A soft sigh escapes him, and he stirs…