The brutal realities of Tokyo, and indeed the whole world, fell on his head like a mace.

Useless food, as well as wandering through dark streets and abandoned houses. Kaneki didn't know where to go.

He came to a place where he would have been accepted, but there was only apathy in the guy's eyes. "I'm at home," Kaneki said, slightly unintelligible and indifferent, even coldly. He was a bit of a mess, but he was alive.