❝ — I could hear someone laughing far off in the distance. It was me. I wonder how comforting it could be to go mad like this?
—in ɑ ѡoʀld wheʀe onʟʏ τhe sτʀonɢs ones suʀvives
wheʀe τhe strong ones, are τhe ones who geτs to [ eat ]
It was just supposed to be him, hiding in the abandoned restaurant place until his friend brought something to eat from the suicide mountain, but then a human thought it’d be fun to be in an old abandoned restaurant as a ghost hunting place. And that one tiny drop of blood – You’re hungry aren’t you? Eat him, doesn’t he smell delicious?
Now the human’s lying on the floor with barely a bone or even a flesh left.
….but who are the { s†rong ones }?
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❝ — Dr. Kaneki Takao. 27 yrs old. Neurosurgeon. One-Eyed Ghoul. ❞
