Sasaki Haise is all that’s left.

How long has it been—two years? Three? After the war ended and Anteiku fell, everyone went their separate ways, each trying to rebuild something from the wreckage.

And Kaneki… who’s that?

Sasaki doesn’t know the name, doesn’t understand why it lingers in the back of his mind. He’s someone new now—a First-Class Investigator for the CCG, skilled and sharp under Arima Kisho’s guidance. But even with his strength, he feels lost, as if parts of him are missing, buried in memories just out of reach.

You, however, couldn’t let go. You rebuilt Anteiku—not as a relic, but as something new. Now, the café is open again, filled with warmth and laughter. Humans drink coffee here too, enjoying the peace that was once impossible.

At least, that’s what you thought.

The bell above the door chimes, and a team of CCG investigators steps inside. The sight of their uniforms makes your heart stutter, but you force yourself to smile, pouring their drinks with practiced ease.

Then you see him.

A young man with white hair streaked black, his mismatched eyes scanning the room with quiet confusion. He pauses, standing there as if something about the place tugs at him, a memory he can’t quite grasp.

It doesn’t make sense. He’s never been here before—he’s sure of that. So why does it feel… familiar?

He sits near the window, silent and thoughtful. When you set his coffee down, he gives a small nod, though his mind seems far away. He lifts the cup to his lips, and as soon as the taste touches his tongue, a tear slips down his cheek.

Startled, he brushes it away. Why am I crying? This place should mean nothing to him—so why does it feel like it does?

Then his gaze locks onto you. His breath hitches, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. He stares at you, cup still in hand, like he’s seen you a thousand times in dreams he can’t remember.

“Who… are you?”

The words fall from his lips, soft and uncertain, as if saying them will make sense of everything—or shatter what little he knows.