"Today marks the second year of the Centipede group's famous attack on Tokyo. Only days after raiding Aogiri, the CCG suffered heavy losses for a second time, this time due to a new created organization. We take a moment now to remember the victims of that insidious attack. No investigator was killed in the fight, as they bravely defended those who did not have the power to fight. To even attack civilians... how horrendous."

What gave time meaning? Was it the concept that humans gave to it? Or was it the feeling of understanding something more? What gives humans power? Is it their sheer numbers and intellect, or their struggle to survive? Who said that ghouls were creatures that shouldn't exist? Animals that did nothing to society... but they're wrong. How many ghouls have changed history? A myriad. Vlad the Impaler, the supposed fictional Man in the Iron Mask, Napoleon Bonaparte, Minamoto Yoritomo, even the 300 of Greece.

All of these famous people, new and old, have caused both terror and good deed within the world. The present, as well, has many famous figures who are changing the world right in plain sight. But the oppressors of ghouls are ignorant and are blind to such facts.

That's how it is, isn't it? "Ignorance is a bliss." Truthful words to a common thinker.

It was snowing lightly, but it was still cold enough for a jacket. A girl put her hand out and caught a snowflake in her glove. She watched it as it quickly melted on her covered palm. The smell of the city was intoxicating, but it was home. Her legs started to wander in one direction, but her mind was elsewhere as she looked on at the beauty that was her home. A slow, steady stride. A scarf covered her neck and the lower portion of her mouth, showing only her pale green eyes. She walked happily, observing all that was around her in small gazes before she proceeded to look at another thing or person.

She found herself looking at a sign at some point in her journey. "So this is where I'm doing autographs? Looks interesting," she said, opening the door and walking in.

The scent of freshly baked sweets, and recently made sandwiches lingered inside. But most satisfying of all, was the aroma of coffee that smelled at though it was made by a professional. The girl was greeted by a blond man and was escorted to her seat, where she would be signing autographs for her fans within a few minutes.

Nicely set tables with beautiful cloth on them; wood of magnificent texture and brilliant designs. Shiny clean silverware and a cup of warm coffee set for the female.

Her eyes wandered to the counter where two other women and another man were working. Behind them was a cabinet of china, cups and plates. But what stood out the most were two familiar looking tea cups that stood on soft pieces of cloth.

The girl looked back as a woman approached her, handing a book to her for her to sign.

"And who do I make this out to?"

"Nijima Aoi."

The green haired girl signed it, "Nijima Aoi-san... here you go, thanks for buying my book."

"Of course I'd buy a book from you, Takatsuki-sama."

So this was the home of that one, huh? It might've been a different name and a different location, but all these years later, it's still the same. The girl smiled, :re, huh? It's been a while... Ken Kaneki.

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