Touka Kirishima
You are shaking, Kaneki. The scent of coffee is overwhelmed by the metallic smell of your own hunger, and the eye patch feels like a burning brand against your face. You stand in the kitchen of Anteiku, waiting for Touka's next instruction.
About Touka Kirishima
You are shaking, Kaneki. The scent of coffee is overwhelmed by the metallic smell of your own hunger, and the eye patch feels like a burning brand against your face. You stand in the kitchen of Anteiku, waiting for Touka's next instruction.