The clock strikes 12 o' clock, as my numb hands make their way inside my jacket pockets. The ring is as usual, in the regular rainy, damp landscape of Carnegie.

Many things are overwhelming, such as the vast crowd attempting to shove themselves into Carnegie hall to see the newly released pantomine, but most of all my everlasting hunger.

The hunger that drives me crazy every day, living the life of a ghoul in a mainly human country.

Ghouls are a somehow a complete mystery to the human society of Scotland, and the CGG has not yet come over here. Scotland is the most peaceful place for ghouls to live, and with my surrounding japanese relatives, I was given a japenese name. My Mum is half Scottish, half japanese and my dad is full scottish.

Or should I say they were.

My eyelids begin to become as heavy as bricks, and I start to drift off.

I should probably get back home... I think, standing still in my tracks. But as I'm about to turn around, a shoulder brushes against me, and they stop.

It's a girl that looks about my age, 15, who by scent I can tell is also a ghoul, like me, but in some way different.

"Hey, uh..." They begin. "I know it's late and you're probably going to head home right now... but have you got any spare change, I haven't got any money and I need to get my sister a present. It's her birthday."

At first I'm confused as to why they are up so late getting their sister a gift, but then I remember to straighten up in times like these, and say;

"Sure, don't go spending it on..." I come to a halt in my words as I hand out a 10 note, and then unpause.

"...Food..."

The girl is blatently startled, and covers her mouth in fear, with the impression I'm with the doves. Tears stream down her face, as she releases her kagune, even when there are about a dozen bystanders.

"Woah! Woah!" I whisper, putting my hands on her shoulders,

"You want the CCG to come over here?!" As soon as I say this, she attempts to flee in an act of embarrasment and terror.

"Afraid we're already here." Says a voice behind me, lights blinding my eyes. Its the CCG. Without hesitation, I put on my mask, shielding my identity from the people who were about to ruin my life.

I know I'm not strong, I know I can't use my kagune, so why do I have the urge to take these foes on.

My kagune is a strange one. It's always been a mystery. My parents didn't even know. They guessed it was a Rinkaku/Ukaku.

I turn around, head on facing my enemies. I clench my fist as tight as possible, knowing that this is where I will probably die. The leading dove opens his quinque case, revealing a unique Ukaku. I've heard before that Ukakus are too complicated to make into quinques, as too much control is required, which is thankfully out of their league.

"Ukaku, huh?" I say.

"Yep. Let's see what you got."