"Indeed… It's either die or disappear- To defeat him, the power needed is way too much" Haise thought to himself as his torso is pierced by the SS rate ghoul's kagune. "If I asked his help, I will disappear-" Haise's thoughts were interrupted by a cold voice enacting behind him- a voice that he knew all too well. "Haise… please look at me… call my name" he said as he sat on his rickety wooden chair, chains dangling from his ankles and wrists, which appeared to be bound behind him with the chains and manacles.

Haise looked around as he was pulled into his subconscious, mostly out of pain, and mostly out of another thing that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He could feel fingers tugging at the fabric of his torn pants and soon at the hem of his undershirt. He looked down expecting to see the white-haired menace, but saw two figures instead. One was a stocky blond haired man with wide eyes, which were the only things he could see through his mask that resembled something from a horror movie he'd seen once. The other one had dark lavender hair and red-rimmed glasses. She wore a terrifying grin full of malice, but her eyes only showed lust.

"No!" Haise thought as he struggled to free himself "I have to get out of this Alive! I still have the quinx! And what about Akira and Arima!" Just as Haise pulled his arms free, the two people vanished, leaving him breathless and panting. "W-What the hell?!" Haise thought furiously, and looked up at the man in the chair, expecting to see a mop of white, only to meet midnight-black hair and gunmetal-grey eyes-which shone with fear.

"No!" the black haired boy screamed. "Please! Stop!" at this point, the blond man from before was standing behind the boy and his wide eyes-Which looked like a crack addict's-and they were full of malice and glee. He held a red centipede and asked "What's 1000-7?" as it crawled towards to the boy. An earsplitting scream pierced the stagnant air that made Haise cringe in sympathy. He managed to choke out "993". How could someone sleep at night knowing that they do this to people for pleasure?! Just then the lavender haired girl appeared at the boy's other shoulder.

"Tsk. Rather be the person who hurts others, become the person being hurt. Look at where that got you, Ken. Your mother dearest must've taught you nothing." She said in a sickly sweet tone. Haise had had enough, he looked away from the struggling 'Ken' and then was faced with his old friend, his forever tormentor, the little white haired menace whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

Just this time, he was different. This time, he resembled the boy from before, Ken. This time, his face revealed tired looking grey eyes, something that Haise saw almost everyday in the mirror. There was not a sign of malice or the frost that permeated his words and the resentment that casually dripped off of his sentences. This time, it was full of hopelessness, like he didn't care anymore.

"Please, Haise, I just want to go home. I want to come back. I want to see them again," he said, almost pleadingly. "I know you don't want to leave, but I don't want to disappear." All Haise could do was stand there speechless. But of course the painful memories that come with their little chats came flashing in front of his vision. But this time, they were happy- except for the last one. That one hurt the most. Most of them were of a bleach-blond guy that he'd seen in his dreams once or twice, just this time, he had a face. A soft splash of freckles*, which were barely noticeable, over the bridge of his nose, and warm brown eyes that when Haise stared into them, he felt the most at home and the soundest he'd been in… well, years-Or so it seemed.

The first one was of him and the blond in a coffee shop, which resembled Re: in a sense, just on a smaller scale. Looking over, he saw the blue haired waitress who worked at the said coffee shop. It was a busy hour at the cafe and it was packed with people. Haise looked down at his drink and picked up the cup by the handle and brought it to his lips.

"So!" The bleach blond from before leaned in close and asked "Who's that date you told me about? Is it her?" He asked gesturing over to the bluenette taking orders for the other customers. Haise looked over at the blond ridiculously, like he would ever date her. Miss. Kirishima was beautiful but Haise would never ask her out. She was too beautiful, and slightly intimidating.

Then the scene changed yet again. This time Haise was in what appeared to be the sewers, god knew how many times the investigations had led him there. This time he felt pain in his lower torso, just enough agony to make him think that he was back in real life.

Until he saw those warm brown eyes.

"Yo Kaneki" Hide said walking up in the standard CCG battle suit. Haise's head began to throb again. Hide continued.

"...What's with the getup? That in style these days?" Haise continued to struggle. His mind beginning to feel like it was being torn apart from the inside. What is his name?! He had a face… what about a name?!

"Woah, ain't that something…" the blond continued walking closer to Haise's kneeling form. "Special make-up that'd shock even hollywood." Just then, the blond's face took upon a somber expression and he spoke again in a darker tone than the joking one from before.

"...All this time you had to suffer like this…" The blond kept going, uttering words that struck hard.

"You won't need it anymore, The mask." Just as Haise was about to tell the blond that he was, in fact, not wearing one the blond looked up and he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I Already knew man! Who cares about that? Let's just go home!" just as the blond finished uttering those final words, Haise began to feel a skull-shattering pain in his head. Memories began to flash in front of his eyes, some good, most bad, terrifying even. Then, like puzzle pieces, Haise put his whole life together. The blond was Hide. He knew Touka. Arima had 'killed' him two years ago and brought him to the CCG as Haise Sasaki.

And most importantly…

His real name was Ken Kaneki.

"So do you finally remember?" Ken said from behind him. Actually, His mirror reflection. The one part of his past that he really wasn't proud of. At all. Haise** gave a small nod and Ken stood, now free from his bonds. His face had now taken up the features of two people. The two forms of himself. The light on the left side, black hair and kind smile. The dark on the right, snow white hair and a somber look on his face.

"Are you ready, Haise?" The two asked in unison. Haise walked toward them and gave both them a strong embrace.

"Please take care of everyone… And please don't feel hatred towards Arima. He was only acting on orders… Please try to be happy." Haise closed his eyes and sighed contentedly, knowing he can finally rest.

"And, my name isn't Haise… Its Kaneki." And with that, everything faded to white.