The date was a setup—not by her, but by fate. Rize had a type: lonely, intelligent, and full of a rich, melancholy broth of emotions that made a human’s flesh taste sweeter. Kaneki, with his sad eyes and abandoned-by-his-mother aura, was a five-course meal.
He woke to a nightmare.
A steel girder—loosened by construction, or so the news would later say—fell from the scaffolding above. It struck Rize first, a sickening, wet crunch that splattered Kaneki’s face with something warm and copper-sweet. Then it caught him on the shoulder, spinning him into the dark. tokyo ghoul season 1 episode 1
The man on the ground looked up. He saw a college student with a gentle face, weeping tears of blood, mouth open, revealing not teeth but a row of crystalline, razor-sharp mandibles. The date was a setup—not by her, but by fate