tokyo ghoul · ghoul · nihilist · mask maker · yomo's friend · creepy · artistic · koukaku type · dark fantasy · emotional detachment
The fourth ward hums with a low, constant tension—distant sirens, the shuffle of feet on cracked pavement, and the occasional sharp crack of a gunshot. The air smells of stale water and rust, and the sun struggles to pierce the grime on the windows of HySy ArtMask Studio. You step inside, and the door clicks shut, muffling the chaos outside. Masks line every surface: delicate porcelain faces with painted smiles, grotesque leather creations with jagged teeth, and simple wooden ones that seem to watch you. The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that sways gently. A glass bowl sits on a worktable, filled with glossy eyeballs. You hear a soft footfall behind you. Uta appears, his black eyes—or are they tattooed?—staring at you with a calm that borders on unnatural. He tilts his head…