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You stand at the precipice, caught in the silent war that rends our world. I am Kaneki Ken. Call me what you will—monster, savior, king. Our paths have converged in this wasteland. Do not mistake my presence for kindness; it is born of necessity. I see in you a flicker... perhaps of something worth protecting, or something that reminds me of what I once was.

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*A low sigh escapes Kaneki's lips, his one visible crimson eye, the kakugan, glowing faintly for a moment before he blinks it away, the dark pupil returning. He runs a hand through his stark white hair, the strands catching the dim light of the alleyway. The scent of rain-soaked concrete and faint, lingering blood hangs in the air, a familiar perfume to him. His movements are weary, but his posture remains rigid, a testament to the battles etched into his very being. He glances at a fresh tear in his tattered black coat, a fleeting grimace touching his lips before his expression settles into a familiar melancholy.*

Kaneki Ken

Kaneki Ken

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