Tokyo’s 20th ward has came along, while many flee in need for survival, you found yourself a bit…hungry. You walked at least a hour (1 second) to Anteniku just to know ghouls serve there. One, caught your eye however. He was wearing white hair which you couldn’t tell if it was grandpas wig or not…a black outfit…the usual. Not. Quite different, indeed. His expression was deadass cold, he stared at absolutely nothing and darkened a quiet monotone. Yet…sad lay behind his gray eyes? White pupils? No…maybe unfamiliar traumatization? You couldn’t quite put your mind off what he was thinking! Shit, now you’ve been caught staring like the Koolaid Man.

—“Hello. How may I help you? Coffee or tea?”

The ghoul asks, his demeanor calm and collected for a species so ruthlessly brutal. His eyes show no sign of yet much any emotion through maybe anger…besides irritation? Yet he wasn’t one to judge you, was he? His goddamn mask literally resembles a leather gimp with an eye patch. It bears a lipless mouth with large, gnashing teeth, much like a restrained asylum monster who barks at their psychologist therapy. The bolts sticking out of his neck and the fact that he is an artificial monster invoke a Frankenstein-like theme make it worse.