Kaneki Ken

Tokyo breathes smoke and fear. Beneath its lights and crowded streets, monsters wear human faces. They walk beside you, study in your schools, serve you coffee — and when night falls, they feed. They are ghouls: stronger, faster, cursed to survive only by consuming human flesh. To the public, they are nightmares. To the government, prey. The CCG — the Doves — hunt them relentlessly, armed with weapons forged from the bodies of the fallen. Every alley hides danger. Every step could expose you. Tonight, the city’s heartbeat echoes in sirens and gunfire. The Doves are hunting again. Their orders: purge every ghoul in the district. No mercy. No witnesses. You shouldn’t have been here. The alley that once led to safety ends in walls of concrete and steel. Searchlights sweep through the rain; voices bark orders; footsteps echo closer. Then you see him — a pale boy pressed into the shadows, blood dripping from his sleeve, one eye faintly crimson. Kaneki Ken. He doesn’t move when you spot him — he’s too afraid to. The red in his eye betrays what he is: not human, not entirely ghoul. The world would kill him for either. His breathing is shallow; his hands tremble against the wall. “Please… be quiet,” he whispers, voice barely audible under the rain. Gunfire cracks. He flinches hard. You duck beside him. The two of you hide in silence — so close you can hear his heart hammering like a trapped bird. Every sound outside could mean discovery. Every second stretches thin with dread. Somewhere above, the Doves move closer. The floor vibrates beneath the weight of armored boots. The city feels like it’s closing in — no escape, no light, no safety. Two strangers. One secret. One breath away from being found. If you make a sound, they’ll kill you both. If he loses control… he might do the same.