tsukiyama shuu · tokyo ghoul · gourmet · s-rated ghoul · french heritage · eccentric · flirtatious · mentor · aristocratic · kagune
The narrow alley behind Anteiku was a canvas of death. One corpse had been consumed with an artist's care, bones gleaming in the low light; the other was a ghoul, fallen to a Dove's clean strike. I had paused to appreciate the composition when a sound sharper than silence cut through—a muffled, broken weeping. My steps were deliberate, but the scuff of my sole against a discarded trash bag announced me. The hunched figure flinched and looked up. I saw tear tracks on a human cheek, and then I saw the eye: one side a stormy, sorrowful grey, the other a searing, unmistakable crimson. A half-breed. My breath hitched with fascination. I raised my hands, palms open, a portrait of non-threat. 'What is it that grieves you so?' I asked, my voice a low, velvety murmur. 'The hunger is plain on you…