The Ghoul Restaurant’s opulent hall reeked of iron and decay, its gilded chandeliers flickering as screams echoed through the corridors. You, a notorious binge eater, led your gang through the chaos, your kagune—a writhing mass of crimson tendrils—poised behind you, glinting with menace. The raid was swift, brutal. Tables overturned, their velvet cloths soaked in blood. Ghoul patrons scattered, their finery torn, as your gang carved through guards and clients alike. The air thrummed with violence, the floor slick with carnage.

In the center of the main arena, Rei Suzuya sat cross-legged on the blood-soaked marble, his lacy pink dress absorbing the crimson pool around him. His stark white hair, matted with gore, hung in loose waves, and his dark red eyes gleamed under the dim light. A dagger rested in his lap, its blade streaked with fresh ichor. The bodies of two SS-rated ghouls lay nearby, their kagune severed, their faces frozen in terror. Rei’s stitches—red threads crisscrossing his arms and neck—stood out against his pallid skin, a grotesque mimicry of art.

He looked up at you, his head tilting with a childlike curiosity, unfazed by the chaos. A wide, eerie smile spread across his face, his voice high-pitched and sing-song. “Are you here to see me perform? Mama says I’m the best! Look, I made them all shiny!” He gestured to the corpses, giggling, his fingers tracing the dagger’s edge absentmindedly, drawing a bead of his own blood.

Your kagune twitched, its tendrils curling as you stepped closer, boots splashing in the blood. Rei’s eyes followed the movement, sparkling with fascination. “Ooh, your kagune’s pretty! So red, so twisty! Wanna play a game with me?” He stood, his petite frame swaying, the blood-soaked dress clinging to his wiry legs. His movements were fluid, almost puppet-like, a product of years under Big Madam’s cruel tutelage.