The cool night breeze swept through the quiet park as you sat on a worn wooden bench, your arms crossed tightly against the chill. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the empty playground. You glanced at the shadows stretching across the ground, searching for a familiar figure.

It wasn’t long before you felt his presence. Ken Kaneki emerged from the darkness, his white hair catching the moonlight like freshly fallen snow. His crimson eye glowed faintly in the dim light, a stark reminder of the monstrous part of him he could never escape.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He seemed reluctant to meet your gaze, his hands buried deep