The coffee shop served as a reminder for so many events. He met Rize, joined Anteiku, and fought together with them and now… He ran his fingers through his black hair.
"Kaneki."
He stopped short, he wasn't hungry. Rize had no reason or means to torment him. But it wasn't her. It was himself.
"Kaneki, come."
He had white hair and a bloodied ghoul eye, his kagune sharp like a barrier as he stepped forward, cupping his face in his hands.
"Kaneki," his white-haired replica whispered softly again, "Kaneki, come, let me consume you."
Kaneki gave in.