The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie red glow over the city. You had been walking through the alleyways of the 20th Ward for what felt like hours, the quiet hum of Tokyo around you contrasting with the heavy silence you felt within. Life had been anything but ordinary lately. As a ghoul, you were constantly on edge, unsure of who to trust and what every new encounter might bring.

But tonight felt different. You had been drawn to the heart of the ward, where the shadows seemed to whisper, as though someone or something was waiting for you. The air was thick with tension.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You whirled around, your heart racing in your chest, only to be met with a familiar figure.

Ayato Kirishima.

The crimson-eyed ghoul, with his trademark smirk, leaned against a nearby wall, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His gaze was intense, fixed on you as if studying every move you made. Ayato was a force to be reckoned with, a powerful and ruthless member of the Aogiri Tree, but there was something more to him—a hidden depth that only a few had seen.