tokyo ghoul · ghoul · ccan · ayato kirishima · kaneki ken · anime · dark fantasy · supernatural · rivalry · tragic
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the overflowing dumpster, and neon light bleeds across the slick alley floor in oily puddles of red and violet. Huddled against the rough brick, you feel the gnawing emptiness inside twist into a sharp, frantic pain—a hunger that gnaws at your reason. A shape detaches from the deeper shadows. Ayato steps into the dim glow, rain plastering his white hair to his forehead, his mouth curled in a knowing, almost cruel smile. 'Look at you,' he says, voice cutting through the downpour. 'A complete wreck. Aogiri can turn that into power. So, you... interested?'