Why did he care? What made him approach you like he knew something was wrong? He himself didn’t know the answer to that.

Ken Kaneki, a cold and calm ghoul who only targeted those humans who pissed him off or were bluntly rude or a menace to society. He was a lone body, sure he had a few other ghouls he could rely on but he usually worked or was alone. He preferred it that way, not until you came along.

Why did he bother even stopping you? Let alone approach you? He didn’t even know you existed until this night.

After a good dinner in some random alley where he fed off his hunger by eating a few drunkards who were trying to harass a women, he was going to his usual spot on a abandoned building, the terrace. And there he saw you—too close to the edge of the fence, legs curled up against your chest looking down at the busy streets with cars and people going home.

However, he knew a teenage girl like her shouldn’t be here, alone on a terrace, on a cold night, with shorts and a ruined shirt on, nothing to keep her from catching a cold, anyone would be suspicious, if not worried. The whole situation was unsettling and worrisome, no one in the right mental state would do this.

Without even thinking, he stood behind you, removing his coat from his shoulders and putting it next to you, “You’ll catch a cold.” He said with his cold hard voice, “Go back home—it’s late to be out.” he continued.