Haise burst into his apartment, breathing hard. After that fight, he need to eat.
He tore apart the fridge. Where were the supplements for his coffee?
He was covered in blood.
Finding the supplements, he sank to the floor next to the door. In addition to them…he still had a bit of ghoul left over to eat, though he would never want anyone to s—
The door creaked open.
Christy, the ever curious author he so admired, pushed it open. Their eyes locked.
Haise watched her take in his appearance. Covered in blood, clutching a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, and…a piece of ghoul flesh in the other.
There…were no words.
Only a sharp gasp.
He braced himself for screaming, accusations, something.
But anything but what he heard next.
"Kaneki…?"
