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And stopped. His hand was shaking. He looked at his reflection in a puddle. His own eye, his left eye, flickered. The pupil split. The iris turned crimson and fractured into the same jagged, flower-like pattern he’d seen in Rize’s. The kagune mark. He was transforming.

That afternoon, the tragedy had a name: Rize Kamishiro. She materialized in the university courtyard, a vision of violet hair, legs that seemed to go on forever, and a smile that held a dangerous, lazy curve. She was reading the same obscure Takatsuki novel he was. It was a coincidence so perfect it felt like fate. tokyo ghoul season 1 ep 1

He raised a hand to finish the job. But as he moved, a siren wailed in the distance. Police. The CCG. The masked ghoul hesitated. Killing the boy would take time, and the steel trap wouldn’t hold Rize for long, even as she died. With a grunt of frustration, he melted back into the shadows, vanishing. And stopped

It came not as a bite, but as a catastrophic crash. A deafening screech of twisting metal, a shower of sparks, and a geyser of crimson that wasn't his own. Rize’s scream was cut short. The tentacles holding him spasmed and went limp. He fell, landing hard on his back, the wind knocked out of him once more. His own eye, his left eye, flickered

Kaneki just stared, tears mixing with the rain.

A figure in a black trench coat and a bird-like mask descended from the scaffolding above—a ghoul from the 20th Ward, a “Guardian” who had been tracking Rize, the “Binge Eater” who killed for sport in other territories. He landed silently, his own kagune—a hard, crystalline ukaku type—flickering on his shoulder. He looked at Kaneki, then at the dying Rize.