Kaneki lay in a pool of cooling blood—Rize’s blood. It soaked through his clothes, matted his hair, filled his mouth and nose with its metallic, nauseating sweetness. He tried to crawl, but his body wouldn’t move. He was drowning in her. And as the ambulance lights painted the scene in strobes of red and white, he lost consciousness, his last thought a strange, detached one: The room… I think I just walked into a much darker room.
Rize’s crimson eyes—he noted them absently, thinking them colored contacts—gleamed with interest. “A room. I like that. You’re strange, Kaneki-kun.” tokyo ghoul season 1 ep 1
“Not hungry?” the old man asked, concerned. Kaneki lay in a pool of cooling blood—Rize’s blood
As they led him away, the streetlight illuminated the poster on a nearby wall. A CCG recruitment ad. The slogan read: “Protecting the Peace. Exterminating the Threat.” Beneath it, someone had scrawled in red paint: “The only good ghoul is a dead ghoul.” He was drowning in her