hatheort liked for a starter.
✄— He did say he'd drop by Anteiku every once and a while on his travels, and here he was, sitting alone in a corner away from prying eyes and the whispers that followed him, mostly about his stark white hair and the new eyepatch laid over his eye.
Through the whispers, he caught his name a few times, caught praise and fear. Kaneki sighed heavily and waited, head propped on the table.















