A/N: Sorry this chapter took longer than usual to come out. I was going to split it into two parts to stay on schedule, but I thought it'd be better to keep it as one big part. Anyway, Chapter 4 will be out in 2-3 days.

Kaneki stared out the car's back window, watching Anteiku slowly become a speck in the distance. He didn't speak to Mado, and neither did Mado speak to him.

The drive to the CCG felt like an eternity. Kaneki couldn't help but wonder why they would want him for some secret Investigator team, especially if he really was as weak as Touka said.

Touka...Kaneki began to cry again. He'd betrayed her. He'd betrayed everyone at Anteiku. And he didn't even know if Mado would keep his word.

They finally arrived at the CCG headquarters. Mado led Kaneki into the lobby, and they passed through a metal gate. An RC detector, just like the one at the 20th Ward office. It hadn't beeped then, and didn't now either.

Kaneki followed Mado through the Headquarters' many winding corridors. The further they walked, the more empty the halls became, until they were the only ones remaining.

Finally, they stopped outside a door. Two guards stood outside, wearing heavy body armor and holding large rifles. The door was metal, unlike most of the other ones they'd passed.

Mado pulled a key card from his coat pocket and unlocked the door, before abruptly shoving Kaneki inside and closing the door behind him.

"Hey!" Kaneki yelled. "Let me out!"

There was no response.

Kaneki sighed, and slumped down next to the door. He wanted to cry again, but couldn't.

The walls were plain white, and the room was empty except for a cot. It dawned on Kaneki that this would probably be where he lived for the rest of his life, however long that would be.

Escape plans raced through his mind, but he knew they were always going to remain fantasies. His kagune was weak now, and the two guards could take him out easily.

After a few miserable hours, Kaneki heard the lock on the door click. It opened, and a guard entered the room.

He held a small packet, not unlike the ones Mr. Yoshimura gave out at Anteiku.

"Eat." the guard said, before dropping the packet on the ground.

"W-what?" Kaneki stammered. "Where did you get it?"

"That is none of your concern," the guard replied evenly. "Eat it."

Kaneki shook his head. "I'm not hungry." he mumbled. But he was hungry. Touka was right, he never had eaten much more than the sugar cubes.

He remembered the alley, when the corpse that Ghoul had been feeding on smelled like his mother's cooking. The meat in front of him now smelled just like that now too. He inched closer to it.

From beneath his eyepatch, he felt a slight twinge-his kakugan. He stumbled backwards from the meat, startled by the sensation. "Please, really, I'm not hungry!" he gasped in a desperate effort to maintain his self-control.

Suddenly the guard leaned forward, and yanked off Kaneki's eyepatch. "Sure doesn't look like it, freak."

The meat smelled more tantalizing than ever now. Kaneki picked it up and began to unwrap it, his hands trembling wildly. He pulled a small chunk of the meat off and, without thinking, put it into his mouth.

There had never been a flavor simultaneously so delicious and so revolting. He spat it out almost instantneously, now aware of what he had done. The taste of blood still lingered on his tongue. "There!" he exclaimed. "I'm done eating."

The guard sighed, and picked up the rest of the packet. "Fine." the guard sighed. He picked it up and left the room, the metal door swiftly closing behind him.

A few moments later, the lights went out, leaving the room in an inky darkness. Kaneki could only guess this meant that he was supposed to sleep now, and he made his way over to the cot.

The cot was rough and uncomfortable, but he soon fell into a restless sleep. Through the night, visions of his "date" with Rize tormented him.

He awoke a few hours later in a cold sweat. The guard who had brought the meat the previous night was alright waiting in the doorway. Kaneki couldn't help but wonder how long he had been standing there.

"You're wanted," the guard said coldly. He motioned his rifle towards the hall. "Come on."

Kaneki followed the guard through the hallways, and they eventually arrived at an elevator. They stepped inside and the guard pressed a button-the one that would take them all the way to the basement.

The elevator descended quickly, and they were soon at the basement. It was not dark and dingy as Kaneki had expected, but clean and well-lit. There was one other door at the opposite end of the room, guarded just like his quarters had been.

Despite this, he still worried. Maybe they were just taking him somewhere private to kill him. But then why would they have fed me? Kaneki thought.

The of the guards stationed outside the door opened it, and gestured for Kaneki to go inside. He did, and it shut behind him.

Immediately he was shoved against a wall by an unseen force, and his arms were pulled behind his back. Kaneki cried out in terror-this had to be the end.

Whoever had grabbed him burst into laughter. "Oh, man!" the voice said. "I thought Ghouls were supposed to be tough."

His heart still pounding, Kaneki laughed nervously. "Uh...yeah. Ha."

"Take a seat." the voice laughed again, and let Kaneki go.

He took a look around the room-five chairs were lined up in front of a stage, all of which but one on the end were taken. On the stage stood someone Kaneki had hoped to never see again-Mado. He looked just as ghoulish as before, with a sadistic glint in his eyes. There was another man too, one he hadn't seen before.

Kaneki sat down in the last remaining chair, next to a man with short purple hair.

Without being asked, the man suddenly introduced himself. "Hello," he said. "I'm Shuu Tsukiyama."