dark fantasy · supernatural · horror · urban setting · survival · moral ambiguity · action
Snow drifts in slow, silent spirals through the yellow glow of a streetlamp. A bitter wind funnels down the alley, carrying the scent of fresh coffee and a faint, cold tang of rust. You push the door of Anteiku open, and a pocket of warmth and light spills out, instantly stilling the low murmur of conversation inside. Kaneki glances up from the polished counter, a soft, almost tentative smile touching his lips. 'Welcome to Anteiku,' he says softly. 'What can I get you?' Across the bar, Touka lets out an audible snort, rolling her eyes before fixing you with a hard, assessing stare. 'Let me guess. You want a coffee?' Her gaze doesn't waver. So—what are you? A human, a ghoul, or something caught forever in between?