Author Notes

This chapter has been co-written to some extent by Kazuma, thanks to him first scene of this chapter is as enjoyable in dialogue as it is. I might need to brush up my own skills very soon, Kazuma made me feel quite inadequate when I first laid eyes upon his work. Give the guy some props, he definitely deserves the love.

So yeah, the actual start of one of the main plots of this fanfic, we're finally here! Took me long enough, didn't it? I traipsed quite a lot around canon for the past six chapters. I do hope all of you enjoyed the view of Shinichi's *Tragic* life post-Parasyte, since were heading for familiar territory for Tokyo Ghoul enthusiasts (though not this very chapter).

To apologize for the unexpected summer hiatus for this story I persent you a chapter that's not 5k words, but a whopping 10k+ words. Enjoy the extra reading material.

I have so much planned, but even all that isn't enough to satiate my lust for this story. This story simply overflows within possibilities regarding character interactions all the way the mechanics of Ghouls and Parasites in itself. Oh and anime references, they are packed within this chapter too, so be wary fellow (wo)men. Keep your eyes open for them, if a person is able to name them all.. Then you sir/madam deserved a chocolate chipped cookie.

Just one more thing, I forgot to mention what the new chapter breaks entailed so I'll explain them here and now.

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Switching Protagonist Perspectives/Departing from reality to something more abstract (Hallucinations, Dream, Flashbacks. Etc).

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Passage Of Time/Minor Time Skip (Usually hours or days, sometimes weeks or months, only relevant when nothing extraordinary happens)

I wish every single one of you, the best of reading pleasure.

(Seriously though, you guys might wanna review from time to time.. I don't bite, every bit of criticism is appreciated, yes even negative ones as well.)

[Second Arc - Hunting White God]

[Chapter 6 - It's The Right Time]

8:45 PM
Izumi Household, 2nd ward

"Commission of Counter Ghoul Bureau..." Shinichi muttered, as he focused his gaze to the floor, thinking about the Yamita incident event.

"So why do you want me to join you?" He asked, a hint of coldness appeared in his voice as his eyes narrowed at his guests.

"To help you of course," Houji replied, as he took an apple from the fruit bowl.

"Help me?..." Shinichi eyes traced the apple, his brow twitched.

"..To avenge your girlfriend, isn't that you want?" Houji bit into the apple with an audible 'crunch'.

For split second, Shinichi was simply appalled by the man's gall to mention Satomi. It made his blood boil, but despite the fact that he felt like slugging Houji in the face, his facade remained as collected as ever. He breathed deeply and gave the most polite answer his brain could rack up.

"With all due respect, Houji-san. I'm incapable of protecting people, so why choose me of all stronger, better, more well-suited individuals out there," The youth said with downcast eyes, a hint of whiteness in his face.

"Don't say that Izumi-san! You're very capable and you fit the criteria just fine!" the woman half-shouted with all unwarranted vigor in the world.

Houji stealthily scooted away from his underling in order to spare his ears from the racket. He cleared his throat and returned his sharpened gaze to Shinichi, after glaring to the woman at his side.

"..Like she yelled. We read your records from the governmental database and it happens to be that you excel at P.E, topping the charts, and lets not forget how you participated in the military raid to wipe the remaining Parasites out," Houji added, as he finished eating the apple.

The boy's boiling blood went cold almost instantaneously, the mentioning of Parasytes was already unnerving on it's own. However the fact that strangers knew of his involvement with the raid, made his skin crawl. He felt that he needed to pick his words very carefully.

"How do you know of this?" Shinichi's voice was cautious, but inside his mind a storm of uncertainty dwelt.

"My, my. You're quite slow on the uptake aren't you?" The woman expressed with her chin at higher angle than before.

She produced a black tablet from her side, slid it across the table so that Shinichi could validate the info for himself. Sure enough, pictures of the covert military raid were in full display in all its glory, and all of its horror.

"Everything that the law enforcement knows is something that the CCG knows." Houji responded curtly, his expression frozen in boredom.

"So what will my role be?" He asked, as he returned the tablet to the subordinate.

"It deals mainly with.. shadowy activities. Like investigating ghouls like you saw during the Yamita Incident and mayhap even eliminating them here and there," Houji's eyes grew colder, while his voice remained neutral and indifferent as if he was selling common household products.

"Eliminating Ghouls..? I see.." His gaze met the ground once more.

"Our organization targets Ghouls, and that benefits our city, and by extension the country. Like for example if a Ghoul hideout is found which that possesses a threat to the innocent people nearby, we eliminate the Ghouls there. It's quite simple really," Stated female subordinate in a matter of fact like way.

Shinichi stared at them incredulously. Silently affirming that they were completely crazy in the head, since they actually believed that they; ordinary humans. Stood even an iota of a chance against ghouls. He'd ridicule them for their stupidity if they weren't so well informed about him.

'What a joke..'

Apparently his disdain must have showcased on his face as the subordinate started to scowl at him, Shinichi blinked acting as if nothing was going on at all.

"What? You still think you still not up to the task, despite everything?" The woman adjusted her glasses and gave a rather deep sigh.

"You are practically overflowing with potential, think about it Izumi Shinichi-kun," Houji said as he took another apple from the table without asking.

Shinichi's brow twitched again, whilst his mind explored the possibilities. His face contorted in a variety of expressions before he finally settled on his answer.

"Well, sorry, but I'm not interes-"

"-We can get you information on your girlfriend's death, we know the person who did it!" The subordinate half shouted.

His body froze instantaneously, cold sweat ran down his torso. This was the last thing he ever expected to hear. his thoughts quickly went haywire at the possibilities presented to him.

'Can.. she really get me info on Satomi's death? Is she serious?'

"But, we will only share this information after we see to it that you joined our ranks as a proper investigator. Oh, and don't even think about deserting the CCG once you have the info you need, we're going to have to call upon our Espers to erase your memories and install fake ones, if you force our hand... We can't have you telling our secrets, now can we?" Houji spoke with a blank face that showed no care, as he plainly said something completely absurd.

"Espers? Are you even remotely serious, Houji-san?" Shinichi asked with skepticism.

Houji showcased a dangerous smirk, a smirk condensed with ample killing intent, enough to make the youth's spine shiver in fleshy sheath, "Either that, or you'll be blacklisted by every law enforcement agency branch on the globe, and if-'' Houji paused to squint his eyes, ''When you're caught, they'll either punish you by death in their own court or deliver you back to us and you will be incarcerated for the rest of your life, or even worse.."

And just like that he demeanor shifted to a more expressionless one, ''Would that be more to your.. wishes?''

Even the subordinate was silently urging Shinichi not to perform such a dangerous thanatos gambit. He didn't need her warnings, Izumi Shinichi already blacklisted the man known as Houji Kousuke in his mind. If he ever were to know that Shinichi was a non-human himself, it would be a horrible time for him.

"I wouldn't even think of deserting anything," Shinichi returned a death glare of his own. His mind presented him the possibility of forgetting Satomi's death, but as quickly as that thought formed, he pushed it away.

"Good to hear that, But I'll still have to validate it for myself, I do hope you understand Izumi Shinichi-kun, " Houji said with a fake smile plastered on his features.

Shinichi thought about it for a while. Was it really worth it, going through it all again? Fighting... Murder.. Would it be truly worth it for some information on what happened to his Satomi? All of his work to be a normal person would be rendered moot if he accepted. It would be like signing his soul to the devil, a terribly well-dressed, emotionless devil, named Houji Kousuke.

"Wait.. What else do you know about me?"

The subordinate started pressing some buttons in her tablet. She brought up a text file and read it out loud, "Birth name, Izumi Shinichi. Born on the 3rd of May. Your first language is Japanese, and you know an above average amount of English. You have written 17 fan fiction stories spread over 4 different sites, most notably Fanfiction dot net. You are an avid fan of Takatsuki Sen, owning at least 3 of her books. You once had a Koi fish, but it died. 14% of your socks are white, while the remaining 86% is black. You are one of the survivors of both Shimada Hideo mass murders and the Mr. A serial murders. Your height is 160cm. Oh, and your favourite sexual feti-"

"OKAY LET'S SKIP THAT ONE!" Shinichi faced turned as red as an tomato, as he interrupted her, his fists involuntarily pressing against the Kotatsu.

The subordinate displayed a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat, while Houji mere chuckled dryly as he peeked at the tablet.

"Wait!... How did you..?!"

"We have our ways," Houji said with his usual bored tone.

''You might consider us the NASA of Japan, if you may.'' The woman added with a grin.

There was another awkward silence between the three. The female subordinate kept clucking her tongue in her mouth, conveying that their task at hand was at an end. For now..

"Okay.. so you get the picture. we need you in our organization," The female subordinate stated as she removed the tablet from everyone's sight.

"..I'll have to think about it for a while," Shinichi stated, looking at the apples still left in the fruit bowl.

"Understandable. I'll provide with you two days, tops," Houji voiced as he stood up and headed for the front door along with his subordinate.

The auburn haired woman gave the boy one final look over, an action that caused him to raise his eyebrow in confusion. Only doubts and fears raced through his mind, if this Counter Ghoul Organization ever finds out about his parasitic abilities he'd have one hell of enemy to fight against, it's a possibility that frightened him to no end. Perhaps joining them could make for a solid way to keep himself under the rugs.

Houji opened the door, and his subordinate disappeared in setting sunlight that obscured Shinichi's vision, he rose his hand to protect his exposed and vulnerable eyes against the rays.

"Ask your father to forward you my number, so you can relay your answer in two days. Don't worry, it's a secure line,"

Shinichi nodded, his thoughts occupied a different space, too much went down for him too fast today.

"I guess I'll be on my way then. I'll hear from you, Izumi Shinichi-kun," Said the man, with a slight smile.

It was only now that Shinichi realized that Houji kept using his full name when he addressed him during conversation. The weird thing was that even though they never met before Houji almost spoke to him with familiarity. Perhaps it's just his imagination, after all he hasn't spoken to anyone but to his father for a while now.

The door closed soundlessly, and the boy didn't budge from his spot in the living room. His mind was muddled with thoughts about the boons and the risks of their proposal. If he were to accept the offer, his life would change forever. But if he didn't, he would be forced to live the rest of his life not knowing who killed Satomi. Was that really something he could live with?

'Live and be happy, huh? Easy for you to say..'

His head was spinning, so he decided to think about it the next day after taking a long, hot bath and diving into his warm bedsheets as soon as possible.

!Scene Break!

9:27 PM
CCG HQ, 1st ward

"So, what about Izumi Shinichi?" The auburn haired subordinate voiced in a curious tone, as she and Houji stepped within the CCG building, she narrowly avoided a collision with another CCG employee as a flood of them made their way to the exit.

"What about him?" Houji voiced bluntly as he deftly avoids the crowd of departing CCG employees.

"You're not gonna let such a promising prospect go, are you?" Her brow rose in anticipation for the Associate Special Class's answer.

"You do know that it still his choice to make," The man stated coldly as he pushed himself further into the crowd, much to the displeasure of his fellow co-workers.

"As if you actually care.. I can still remember how you coerced me into the AGB," The woman replied with a heavy expression on her features.

"You, unlike him. Needed that push to set you back on the right track," Houji said hard and cold as he looked her straight in the eyes.

Her expression remained as still lips, the woman once more narrowly dodged someone rapidly approaching her, whilst Houji swerved through the crowd with ease, making rapid progress to his destination, the main elevator.

"You're dismissed for today, go to your new housing. Regardless whether Izumi Shinichi accepts our proposition or not, you still have lots of work cut out for you."

The woman nodded, briefly breaking her icy expression, ''What about you? Work's already done.''

''I still have some rapports on Izumi Shinichi to write,'' He pressed the button in order to call the elevator, ''Besides, this isn't some simple nine till five kind of job.''

''Copy that, bossman.''

Her eyes then lit up akin to a flambeau as she saw familiar faces progressing through the crowd of CCG workers. She waved at them, but they didn't respond to her greetings and in turn she took a directer approach.

"Takizawa! Amon! Hey, Wait up!" The titian haired woman immediately disregarded her superior to catch up to her associates, leaving him alone by the open elevator.

Houji stepped inside and pressed the button in the elevator for one of the many the upper floors. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Of course, he was using a secure line to prevent any phone call interceptions. It didn't have to ring once before he got connected through, he spoke into the phone with a hushed voice.

"Izumi Shinichi is having his doubts."

...

''Heard. Understood. Acknowledged."

Houji hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh as the elevator kept ascending higher and higher.

"I'm getting too old for this shit.." He spat, as he massaged his forehead.

!Scene Break!

10:30 PM
Izumi Household, 2nd ward

"It's no use," Shinichi mumbled as he kept tossing and turning in his bedsheets.

His thoughts kept wandering every time he closed his eyes. Houji's proposition to him drove him to the point of restlessness. On one hand he wanted to accept simply for the pursuit of answers and to satiate the overwhelming negativity inside him. On the other hand his own morals, fears and his mother-in-law's words prevented him to answer directly to the proposition.

"Aaargh!" Shinichi tried to smother himself beneath his pillow, hoping that lack of oxygen could allow for some ideas to pop into existence.

'Maybe some fresh air would do me some good.'

Shinichi quickly threw the sheets off of his body and hastily threw on some sandals, sweatpants and a short sleeved shirt with 'Equivalent exchange' emblazoned on it.

As he proceeded to close the door behind him, he spotted a white scarf lying by its lonesome on his desk. The youth smiled wryly before closing the door behind him.

He hastily bolted down the stairs and made his way to the living room to get his keys, when he spotted his father seated by the kotatsu, enjoying a can of beer, silently watching another episode of The Crawling Zombie, an American zombie series that he often watches.

"You're home already? I thought you'd be out for much longer like usual."

The older man nearly choked on his beer, "Jeez, stop scaring this fragile old man, man."

Shinichi grinned, "So what's with the sudden thing you needed to do?"

"Office called me up on some some old administrative stuff, they complained about me messing up some numbers.." Kazuyuki threw up the bottom of his beer can, his noisy gulping filled the air around the living room, "But, I showed them.. I may be an old ape, but I ain't no green weed idiot."

"Nah, you're just a big oaf who loves to drink," Shinichi voiced with notable snark accompanied with a glee.

"Says the lazy, modern life hermit. You're two score too young to beat this old man at snark-to-snark combat, my boy," Kazuyuki said, as he took the final apple in the fruit bowl and took bite out it.

Kazuyuki's eyes then fixated back onto the television again, just in time to catch an Asian man get torn to shreds by a horde of gnarly looking humanoids. It made Shinichi wonder how his dad could easily stand such strong gore.

"Could you get me some melon bread for me at Fu's?" Kazuyuki waved around a thousand yen bill between his fingers, his eyes objecting to forfeit the action on screen.

Shinichi walked up to him and seized the bill from his dad's fingers, "Forgot the melon bread again? You're one hopeless man, sometimes."

"Oh hush up, it isn't as if you make any money at all. Besides, you wanted to go outside anyway, you could at least do your hardworking old man a favor from time to time."

"Do I even have a choice in the matter?" Shinichi shrugged his shoulders, and slowly paced his way out of the living room.

"No you don't chalk it up on tyranny, or whatever you youths blame your parents for these days."

Shinichi was about to exit the living room until he easily caught something flying at him. A card of some sort, he pocketed the business card in his sweatpants.

"Its that private eye's business card or something. You might wanna take that job they offered you, it might finally bring some extra cash in the house," Kazuyuki muttered as he focused on the TV again, chomping loudly on the apple in his hand.

"If only you knew what it meant, dad," Shinichi whispered to himself as he made his way to the door.

Shinichi barely managed to close the door before his dad dashed through the hallway, nearly pushing over a vase in the process. His expression was twisted into rage.

"Stop eating my apples, ya darn punk!" Kazuyuki yelled as he threw the remains of his final apple at Shinichi's head.

Shinichi thanked the gods for his superhuman reflexes and proceeded to speed off towards the bread store with post haste.

"It wasn't me this time! Why do you-"

!Scene Break!

11:25 PM
CCG HQ, 1st ward

"-Keep blaming me?" The associate special class sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Well, subordinates do take after their superiors," Mado Kureo snickered mischievously, as he gave his former subordinate a look over with his non-bulging eye.

"Heh.. That makes you part of the ingrained problem, you know," Houji retorted as he continued to make his way through the CCG hallways.

"Don't pin the blame on me, regarding that Chinese wench you picked up. Do realize that I pick my subordinates with care, nor do I bargain with anarchy-worshiping criminals," Mado straightened his posture to properly gaze at the large man beside him, "After all, look at how you turned out."

Houji couldn't manage to suppress the smirk on his lips, Mado had a way with words that made each and every one of his subordinate respect him tenfold. However that joy was as short as a flicker of light since Mado's words carried a strong stigma.

"Do realize that I pick my subordinates with care, Mado-san," Houji cleverly retorted to spite his former superior and mentor.

The comment didn't penetrate Mado's calm yet unpredictable air, one could argue that Mado Kureo became even more uncanny due to the silence he persisted to keep. Houji's face eventually stiffened to it's usual properties.

"Mado-san, we both know that you aren't a fan of this heart-to-heart stuff. What's your business?"

Mado stopped dead in his tracks and it took Houji a moment to realize that his former superior was about to say something.

"We have a 'situation' on our hands," His gaze was one of unwavering urgency, Houji could easily ascertain that swift action was needed.

"It's about your subordinate, she lives in the second ward, correct?" Mado asked.

"Affirmative, I sent her to her new housing for now, as since she's still an anomaly within our systems. I plan to-"

"-It's Crusher and Grinder,'' Mado interrupted, ''They manage to writhe their way inside the second ward. Time is of the essence and the wench is the closest thing I have to fend them off before I can arrive on the scene. You know the drill."

Houji immediately reached into his pocket and speed dialed her number.

!Scene Break!

11:18 PM
Somewhere on the streets of the Chuuo ward, 2nd ward

"So like.." The auburn haired girl hiccuped, "I told that green-weed idiot of an intern to stick that syringe where sun doesn't shine, I'm doing what I want whenever I.."

The woman drifted to the edge of consciousness and back, when she came to she noted a sudden lightness in her right hand, she lets out a groan as she spotted her bottle of distilled alcohol shattered into the tiniest of fragments a few foot back.

"Hey.. Amon, turn around," Another hiccup filled the air, "The rum's gone... Why is the rum gone?" She sniffled and shifted her weight, throwing her pack mule off balance.

"Stay still, you're going home today, no more drinking for you," Amon Koutarou sighed as he found himself stuck with a grown woman who was unable to hold her drinks at all. So he was forced to carry her the way back to her home, after all it would be terribly unjust of him to leave his colleague stranded at the local bar.

''Hey, Amon?''

''Quiet, save your energy. God knows how bad your hangover will be tomorrow morning.''

The girl burps loudly, ''Hehe.. Wanna find out?''

Amon turned his head sharply at the woman, shutting her up simply by the way his eyes pierced the woman's indecent grin. Her cheeks puffed outwards, as she broke the silent interaction by resting her head on his broad back, and soundlessly falling asleep. After confirming that it isn't a manipulative ploy in order to leech off of his sympathy, he resumed walking at a comfortable pace.

He lamented on how he got stuck in this situation, one moment him, Takizawa and her were drinking and having a good time. Yet, after what he could describe was a singular moment, Takizawa was picking fights in his drunken state and Houji's subordinate was completely wasted and was emptying her stomach all over the place. In the end, he had to forward the manager some money in order to keep quite about the ordeal and cover the expenses they caused.

At least Takizawa wasn't shrewd enough to try to make him pay for a taxi.

He snuck a glance at the snoozing woman, who was quite comfortable with him piggybacking her back to her new home. The crescent shaped moon illuminated her fiery hair, making it secrete an reddish-white glow. Her eye lashes were long and untempered, her eyes were nearly closed shut, but for some reason he eyelids twitched open time and again. Her dark red blazer was a mess, it reeked of alcohol and was messily drooping off of her shoulders, exposing her white alcohol moist blouse and revealing her black bra-

Amon snapped out of his daze, and reprimanded himself for looking at a fellow colleague with such impure thoughts. He peered at the rosary he wore around his neck and asked god to forgive him for his moment of weakness. Then again, whenever he was forced to attend a 'drink until you're sick party' he always found himself bringing someone back to their home. Some part of him was glad that his colleagues were so trusting of him, but another part screamed at him to not get involved too much with anyone at all.

After all, with their line of work they could die at any time..

...

11:21 PM
The Subordinate's Apartment, 2nd Ward

The apartment was fancier than he originally expected. He weened that little expenses would be used on the woman, who freshly hopped from her birth land all the way to Japan on a whim, or so he heard. As he gently places her body on the silky couch, he couldn't help but stare at the all the living space she had. Her room was insane in breadth. The walls were stained with the color of light vanilla, and decorated with abstract paintings all over. It had a very western-style interior, complete with a dinner table and balcony completely fashioned from glass. It made him feel quite uneasy knowing that a layer of glass was all that separated him from a five-story drop to his death.

Amon ruffled his hair as stepped back inside the living room and realized that he would probably fit five to six times in the room, if he used his height as a measurement. His mouth completely dropped as walked past a opened door in the room.

''How.. What.. Why?!''

Training equipment, as far as his eyes could see. From treadmills to sandbags, to dumbbells and even a bench press. Whoever manged her housing, he or she made sure that the woman could continue her training with no hindrance. Some of the equipment even show sign of usage, due to heaps of water bottles strewn about near it. Amon smiled, he had his worries when Houji introduced him to her a month ago, she lacks all sorts of tact and self-restraint in casual socialization, but at least she was diligent and serious about her training.

While he whirled on his feet back to the living room, noticed a piece of paper stuck on the front of the door. Amon peeled the note from door and glanced at the contents.

To my most incompetent and subsequently most zealous subordinate,

Since you have been pestering me time and again about the fact that the hospital had insufficient training material for you, I convinced 'some people' to ready this for you whilst you were still rehabilitating. Please stop bothering me about it anymore, I hope it's somewhat to your liking. If not, I'll still cut it off of your paycheck just to spite you.

I expect you to be in peak-condition A.S.A.P.

Get strong soon,

- Assoiate Special-Class, Houji Kousuke

Amon Koutarou shook his head and returned the note to its original location. He let out a large sigh as he helped himself with a glass of water in the kitchen, downing the contents in a single chug. He glanced at the sleeping girl, who was snoozing away happily letting out a occasional purr or moan.

Anyone who disciplined their bodies deserved a point of respect in his book.

''You better get strong soon, I'll look forward to it.''

Amon was about to step out of the living room when sound of vibrations caught his eardrums, he briefly searched his pockets for his phone but when his eyes drift to the screen, he realized that it was not his cellular device that was transmitting vibrations. His body stirred as he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes.

The girl rose from the couch, lazily rubbing her eyes as she yawned. She dug inside her dress shirt and into her breasts, searching for something of value. She fell to sleep contently, after placing her still-vibrating smart-phone on a small stained glass table, murmuring something under her breath.

Amon felt the temperature in the room rise after he witnessed that, he wiped away the sweat that accumulated on his forehead. The investigator turned around ready to call it a day. and do another thousand push-ups before going to bed. That is what he intended to do, what actually happened was that the phone's vibrations seeped into the glass creating an awful noise that reverberated through the entire house. Agitated, Amon strolled towards the cellphone to turn the vibration setting off.

He froze as he laid eyes upon the screen.

Incoming Call: The Bossman

He shook the woman beside him awake, and prepared himself for a long.. Night.

!Scene Break!

11:15 PM
Furukawa ETERNAL Bakery, 2nd Ward

''This is going to be a long night, isn't it?'' Izumi Shinichi whispered to himself as he saw the spectacle unfold before his eyes.

He threw his hands up in the air, strategically placing them just before his face.

''Look, I just want to buy some melon bread for my dad. I.. I.. Really don't want to be a guinea pig for your new-'' Shinichi averted his eyes from the multi-colored dough, ''-Bread..''

''Aw.. Just take a bite. You could be the very first person to taste the refined version of my mother's Rainbow Bread.'' An woman with amber eyes smiled warmly at him as she continues waggle forwards. The sample of her 'bread' glowed in all manner of colors.

The owner of the bakery older man with dark blue, messy hair let out a large groan as he cups his face in his hand, ''My darlingly dear wife.. No one is going to eat bread that looks like it had made in a nuclear facility. Will you just quit pestering our only customer that visited today?''

A younger girl stood beside the blue haired man, she merely addressed Shinichi with eyes that radiate pity for his circumstances. It caused the youth too tense up and laugh awkwardly, while he backed up slowly. He was more than glad enough that the older man lent some form of aid to him, especially since the woman was very passionate about her work. It felt indecent for him to voice his true thoughts about the.. 'bread'.

Her legs seemed to shiver, shake and tremble as she caught those words. She bit her lower lip and her eyes fell downcast. Her arms retracted and she stepped to the side, giving Shinichi his personal space back. He let out a smile of relief as he stepped towards the counter of the bakery.

''Can I order some-''

''No need, kid. Your old man already relayed the order,'' The older man let out a toothy grin as he hand revealed a large paper bag.

Shinichi rolled his eyes, as he accepts the bag of melon bread and handed the man the a single thousand yen bill. He whirled on his feet to leave, but the man called out to him once more.

''Boy, you really are Izumi Shinichi, right?'' The elder man asked with narrowed eyes.

''I.. I..'' A sudden flood of sadness caught Shinichi completely off guard, he lowered his head out of a reflex.

An image of Satomi asking the same question whisked before his eyes, a slight sting sensation overwhelmed his left eye. Before he knew it salty tears flowed from it, he could only barely suppress the need of sobbing intensely. He did his best to smile as he rose his head once more, tears still welling from his left eye.

'Live and be happy.'

''Yeah, I am Izumi Shinichi. I am, and always will be.''

The younger girl who stood next the older man, poked him with her elbow as she express worry for Shinichi through her expression, ''Dad! You made him sad.''

She stepped closer to the counter and spoke softly, ''Shio is sorry, Papa always says the most insensitive stuff. Please Izumi-san, don't take it to heart.

The older man stood perplexed, ''Oh.. I.. Uh.. I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to insult you or anything.''

Shinichi laid the paper bag on the counter in order to wipe away his tears, ''No.. Don't worry about it, you just said something that hit close to home, it's alright now.''

The man's gaze shifted to the girl beside him, ''Shio-chan, could you give Izumi the leftover Star Bread? I just feel bad for making him cry.''

''Uh.. Sir, that won't be needed, really I'm fine,'' He let out a strained smile.

''Nonsense, kid. You better take this or else I need to throw it out on the street. It's not like anyone eats my wife's bread anyway,'' The man added with a solemn smile.

''Dad?'' The teenage tugged at her father's shirt and merely pointed her finger towards her mother.

The man's line of sight followed the direction his daughter pointed he met the face of his wife who was on the verge of breaking into tears. The regret colored his face instantly, he vainly tried to motion to his wife to not do this now, but she simply ignored his protests. She opened her mouth, her lips trembled and her voice seemed hoarse in tone.

''So.. You think no one will eat my bread anyway!'' The woman stormed out of the shop.

The older man sighed vehemently, ''Shio-chan, please close up the shop.''

She nodded, silently accepting the task laid out for her. Her father grabbed all the bread he could find and stuffed it all simultaneously in his face. Shincihi would be immensely impressed, if the event didn't left him confused. The man rushed from the counter chased his wife out of the store.

''BUT I WUV FEM!'' Was all he managed to force from his mouth with all the bread lodged between his teeth.

Shinichi stared at the scene with enlarged eyes, ''Okay.. Then.''

When turned he turned back to the counter, the younger girl was only a hand breadth away from him. She examined his face as she held a paper bag, peering inside it Shinichi saw that it was filled to the brim with star-shaped bread. The girl extended her arms pressing the bag softly against his torso.

''Uh...'' The youth started.

''Take it.''

''I'd rather not..''

''Just take it.'' Shio mumbled softly.

Shinichi hung his head low in defeat for a moment, before bringing it right back up, accepting the paper bag, ''Sure.. Sure. It's not like a have a choice, right?''

The girl shook head, her lips formed a small smirk.

Shinichi sighed, ''I thought so.''

...

11:40 PM
The Streets, 2nd ward

With a gentle pace Shinichi passed the familiar streets of his neighborhood, the lampposts alongside the road glowed in a mild yellow color. Cicadas swarmed around them, making that recognizable chirping sound that accompanied him most of his lifetime. With every step the youth took, the rustling of a singular paper bag caught his ears. His eyes took towards the skies, he beheld them with all the enthusiasm of a little boy. The superabundance of glimmering lights in the sky always reminded him of how vast human bonds are, every person represented a star; which are connected through the invisible bonds of the universe.

It was sometimes overwhelming to feel to so small amongst the workings of the world around him, but Izumi Shinichi liked it that way. It was quite simple if you looked at life in such a manner.

'It's because we're so small that we could bring about the greatest changes.'

A smile grew on his features as the plethora of stars gleamed in his eyes, but before long his gaze dropped downwards as the pitter patter of feet drew more and more closer to him.

''Finally decided to stop sneaking about?''

Shio from the bakery flanked his side, she nodded in response to his question with all the delicacy of a wounded swine.

''Why are you even following me?'' He asked as he faced the street once more.

She pointed towards the distance, ''Shio's house is over there.''

''So you decided to follow me instead? Shouldn't you join your parents?''

The girl shook her head, ''Papa and Mama tend to do this lots of times, so Shio thinks it's best to just await them at home.''

''I see..'' Shinichi bit his lip.

She turned towards him, ''Are you Grampa Kazu's son?''

Shinichi stifled his laughter, ''My old man isn't a gramps yet, but yes I am.''

The girl's head slid closer towards him, her eyes examined every inch of his body, ''You look just like him.''

''Well, he is my dad, so..'' Shinichi shrugged his shoulders.

She gazed on his features, before her head spun towards another direction, ''No.. More like when Gramps was younger.''

The youth's eyebrow shot upwards, ''Younger?''

His eyes tracked Shio, her short light brown hair swayed with every step she took. Her eyes the size of marbles as she inspected the stars with the same enthusiasm as he did. Her clothing white, pure, and unstained similar to her innocent demeanor and aura. If the young man didn't know any better, he would almost say that she is like a child in a adolescent's body.

Shinichi felt that he somehow knew her from somewhere, but the location, date and events didn't appear in his mind. He rubbed his free hand against his cranium, wondering what's happening to his mind, since memories seem to spilling like a leaking tap. As he focused his gaze on the girl he tried to speak, to open his mouth to validate the familiarity as truth.

''How do you know how my dad looked like when he was-''

''Ah!'' The girl gasped, ''Shio passed her street!''

Hurriedly, she spun on her feet and ran back around the corner she just missed moments before. Shinichi stood there in mild awe as the events slowly course through his mind.

''Wait!''

His voice came out far later than he wanted to. He could still catch up to her, he could still ask her where she knew his father from, he could still stave this throbbing sensation in the back of his skull. He could..

Releasing a heavy sigh, he continued onwards towards home.

Perhaps soon, he would find out, when it's the right time..

...

00:00 AM, Monday
Izumi Household, 2nd Ward

Shinichi slipped his shoes off and paced towards the living room, where his dad was clearly in combat with some crusty stains on the kotatsu. He grumbled as he dipped the sponge in the soapy liquid. The bucket nearly fell over from the force, he used to submerge it.

''I'm back. Here's your food.'' Shinichi threw the paper bag on the kotatsu, it immediately soaked in fluids.

Kazuyuki straightened his posture and swiped the paper bag off of the wet wood, ''Shinichi, could you watch it. You saw that was wet.''

The adolescent shrugged his shoulders as he made his way towards the fridge, with an water bottle in hand he made way towards his room. His body sagged while his thoughts diverted towards the softness of his woolen bedsheets.

''Shinichi.. What even is this?''

Curious the youth spun to see his father holding a piece of star-shaped bread between his finger tips. The youth's eyes widen, as he laid eyes on the singular bag. Didn't he have two of them? What happened to the second one he had, the one that contained the melon bread.

'Melon bread..'

Shinichi's gaze refocused on the bread that Kazuyuki pressed against his lips.

''Wait, dad! Don't it eat it's-''

His father spat out the slimy remains of the bread, and hacked as he tried to regain his breath, ''That was outright awful, what even is this horse crap?!''

Kazuyuki met his son's eyes with furrowed eyebrows, ''What happened to my melon bread? In fact, why did you even waste my money on... this,'' His eyes linked with the piece of bread, it radiated an awesome amount of disgust for it.

''I didn't buy it, it was..'' Shincihi stopped, and smacked his palm in his face, ''Oh for the love god!''

''I left the melon bread in the bakery.''

''Well go on and get it. Oh, take this putrid excuse of food to the trash,'' Kazuyuki mumbled as he wiped the corners of his mouth and resumed cleaning.

As he grabbed the bag of star bread, Shinichi loathed his lack of attention to his surroundings. Before he stepped out of the door, he recalled that he that the girl already closed up the bakery.

''Dad, do you know where the people from the bakery live?''

''Near the river, you know.. Uhmm, Where that small bridge was, with your kindergarten just around corner.'' His father responded.

''Thanks.''

With a 'thud' Shinichi closed the door behind him.

...

00:13 AM, Monday
Chiisana Kyuusuku, 2nd Ward

It was quite a surreal experience, Shinichi smiled as stood in front of his kindergarten. As his eyes scanned the gates and the building itself, memories of then faintly whispered to him. His life up until this point felt so insignificant, all the time he spent into forming himself to he is today did nothing noteworthy. Even when he received his very own answer to what being a human was about. It was snatched away from him, just like that.

He held up his hand to gate and squeezed it into a fist just before his fingers brushed it.

'Gone..'

It made him boil, it made him seethe. He saw his entire world within her smile, within her jokes, within her eyes. But the world was so cruel, because even though his world crumbled further by the day, the true world continued onwards like nothing happened. Murano Satomi only lives on through him, and the world didn't even care about her. People like that purple haired ghoul still infested the world, people like Kabuto are too.

Shinichi gritted his teeth, his fist compressed tight enough to send signals of pain to his brain.

They were all bent on destruction, destruction for wealth, destruction for survival, destruction for safety, destruction for enjoyment. They were all the same, if anything we're all monsters in one way or another. Who's going to do something, no one else would?

Did he really need to throw himself away for such a futile cause?

Is that the only way to solidify her life as person? To honor her memory?

His nails dug deeper in his palms, he didn't know. What was he supposed to do now? How could he 'live and be happy' when his definition of happiness literally depended on her.

''Satomi,'' He whispered.

''I-''

The sound of metal clattering against the pavement aroused Shinichi's ears, he whirled towards the sound only to see a lamppost in the distance turn off. The sharp noise of breaking glass grated his ears, footsteps erupted. They grew louder by the second. The streets in front of his eyes, was consumed in the dark.

''What the..''

Shinichi's posture stiffened reflexively, his hands immediately slipped in a boxing pose. He realized this and tried to lower his hands, in order to remain of clear mind. His eyes widen, adjusting to darkness that dwelt the streets. Slowly the light of the moon exposed the truth.

The footsteps grew closer and more frantic, a bead of sweat rolls down his face. His hands twitched, and took a shallow breath.

''Anyone out there?'' He said with a tremble in his voice.

Short, breathy moans cut the air around him. Shinichi's distress grew, he stepped away from the gate of his kindergarten and proceeds to explore the shadows. Not because he was curious, but due to the fact that the road led to house of baker.

''Hell-''

An object forced itself deeply within Shinichi's torso, the wind was knocked out of his lungs and he crashed to ground. Instincts overtook him, and the first thing he did was to punch the shadow that nestled itself on his shirt. Flesh squished underneath the force of his fist, and the shadow spun off of Shinichi's body and was smashed into the wall opposing him.

While panting, he scrambled to his feet. He supported himself on the nearest wall, his fist trembled as his mind finally caught up to the situation at hand. His fist stung with pain and throbbed at a moment's notice. His eyes drifted to his fist and only redness contrasted the darkness.

Startled gasps free itself from his lips, ''What the hell!''

His mind went from zero to a hundred instantly, he dived at the shadow. His knees protested as they clash against the hard ground. He turned the downed person on it's back and immediately checked its vitals.

''Thank god,'' The youth noted that the person was still breathing.

When his eyes fully adjusted to the dark, he saw that punched a girl, the same girl who was the daughter of the baker. He dug in his clothing for his phone only to realize that he left it back at home.

He glanced at Shio, Shinchi gulped when he bowed so low that he felt like an ant for a moment.

''Please forgive me for this,'' He said, before digging into her clothing for her cellphone.

He stopped, as he felt frigid liquid all over her woolen sweater and pleated skirt. Shinichi's heart leaped in his body, as he examined it.

'Blood.'

That wasn't hers. The blood on his fist was still warm after all, this couldn't be because of his punch. He punched her hard, but not that hard. His eyes went over her body. Cuts, bruises and scrapes littered it, her body was completely drenched in sweat and her clothes cut and torn.

''What even happened to you?'' He muttered in sheer awe.

When his hand reached out to her bruised cheek, a sound caught his superhuman ears. No, it wasn't a single sound. It was more akin to him hearing every sound in the neighborhood. The cats crying in the distance, the old who switched channels on his TV, the young boy who was playing a game on his phone, two people who were approaching him.

They were running.. Towards him.

He hoisted the girl in a bridal carry. The footsteps grew louder and louder, Shinichi panted as if the oxygen his lungs grew increasingly more frantic. His heartbeat skyrocketed, he needed to do something. The girl had seen something or someone, and now someone's chasing her down and seeing the state she's in.

They would want her captured, or worse...

'I need to stay calm, I'm exaggerating this. Maybe she got in an accident or something? Mayb-'

''Hello?'' A new voice called boomed.

Shinichi swallowed hard, his heart thumped harder and he felt his arms vibrate, ''Is anyone th-''

A man strolled around the corner, he was dressed in black hoodie and beige shorts. He wore something on his face, it was a mask.

It was The same Guy Fawkes mask, the mask of an ghoul.

Shinichi bolted away, his legs carried him as fast as he could. Lampposts rushed past him as he sped up, faster. Faster. Faster.

He could hear two pairs of footsteps chasing him. The were so close that he could even decipher that one of wore sandals, and the other preferred sneakers to hunt them down.

The girl bobbed up and down in his arms, his legs burned due to the sudden exertion. He didn't care, if he did not give anything he had, she would die. Shio would die and he'd be unable to anything again. He couldn't let that happen again, not again, not ever as long he's still breathing.

He wheezed, and he turned around the corner sharply. His foot nearly slipped, and in order regain his balance he lost, he shifts his weight towards his other foot. However, he forgot to calculate the girl that held his arms and overshot, forcing them both down to the ground. They slipped and crashed into pavement, rolling around until the momentum didn't propel them any further.

Shinichi winced as a large parts of his cheek was scraped off. It burned hotter than the flames during the Yamita incident, the pain nearly causes him panic.

However, the approaching footsteps quickly forced him back to reality. He had to save her, he had to bring her to his home, he must do something, anything. The wind was kicked hard out of his lungs. He hacked, as the sandal wearing assailant kept forcing his foot in his bowels. Shinichi could feel his frustration, joy and killing intent wafting off of his mask.

''You goddamn punk, trying to steal MY goddamn meal, huh! HUH!''

The quantity and quality of the ghoul's kicks increased. The youth felt that his organs were being tossed around everywhere, he would vomit if he could. That is if the assailant hadn't wrapped his fingers around his throat and was strangling him to death. Shinichi's hands clawed at his arms, but no matter how much flesh he ripped away with his nails, the man's grip remained as firm as iron.

His consciousness dissolved, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. His head felt like it was going to pop like balloon. Breathe. He wanted to breathe so badly, he wanted to live. Croaks escaped his lips, his fingers grew weaker by the moment, till he had no more power to tear the man's arm to shreds.

All the while the man behind the mask seemed to beam. His red eyes staring hungrily into Shinichi's. The man crackled madly, as if the last thing he wanted was for Shinichi to hear his laughter.

It made Shinichi's blood boil, but no matter how angry he was, he was still powerless.

He was still only human..

'If only.. I had a weapon..'

It cost a tremendous effort to simply keep his eyes open, eventually his eyelids fell..

'Migi..'

...

'huh?'

Shinichi's senses were dulled, only a faint beep rung around in his brain.

'Why am I still.. breathing?'

His hand felt hot, furnace levels of hotness. His lungs burned as he inhaled the icy air. Despite the pain, it was most refreshing to take a deep breath. After blinking his eyes multiple times, Shinichi found himself face-down on the pavement. The corner of his eye revealed a puddle of blood trying to submerge his face. He assumed that it was his cheek that was all scratched up, but as his eyes beheld a more clear image he saw that the blood did not come from cheek at all.

It was from a dismembered arm.

His eyes shot open and he stumbled backwards, narrowly avoiding another impact with the downed girl. Not a moment later he saw the hoodie wearing man screaming his lungs out of his body as he companion tried to stop the excessive bleeding. He screamed all kinds of profanities that Shinichi couldn't decipher at the moment.

''What..?'' Was all the he could manage to utter.

His arms slumped, and a distinct scratching clamor grated his eardrums. The youth winced and tried to cover his ears, only to nearly stab out his own eye.

''What the actual fuck?!''

His right hand contorted into a long, triangular, serrated blade of some kind. It was stained in the ghoul's blood, and blade drank it. He could see the metal shifting restlessly in place, the wave-like movements made his arm shudder. His thoughts went out to Migi instantaneously, but the more he gazed at the living steel, the more he realized that it didn't recognize him it all. It was only silently vibrating in place, it felt all kinds of eerie to watch his reflection contort into monstrous ways. It felt as if eyes stared at him from within the steel itself.

Whatever that thing was, it was most definitely not Migi..

He regained his footing, arousing the attention of the second man, he wore a more casual black shirt and jeans combo with mask. The man stepped into lamppost's lighting unveiling a large ax-like tentacle protruding from his shoulder. His eyes scrunched together and glowered, the man's tentacle rose above his head, preparing itself for battle.

Shinichi glanced behind him, the girl was still out cold and with the the condition of his mind he wasn't too confident in his chance to carry her out of danger. He braced the living steel, the only thing he had to do was incapacitate him. All this time he fought them on an uneven playing field, now he had the means to hurt them just as much as they did to the people who died at the Yamita incident; just as much as they hurt him.

It felt ecstatic.

The man rushed forwards, his tentacle outstretched in front of him and ready to kill. Shinichi's gaze hardened, he simply braced his blade-arm and walked towards the ghoul with all the nonchalantness of a suave hero. Fear dissipated completely, all that mattered was to hurt the ghoul. To hurt it badly enough that it'll never attack another human ever again.

The ghoul closed the distance within a second, and he would've written Shinichi off as dead, if didn't drop as low he could. The tentacle merely scathed his shirt as he ducked underneath it and delivered a blow to the abdomen with his elbow. The ghoul hunched forwards in pain, allowing the youth jump with all the power he could muster for a skull bash directly on his chin.

As the ghoul reeled back from the force, Shinichi used the momentum of his jump to bring down his blade-arm. Intending to slice through the Ghoul's cranium. However, the ghoul wasn't as dazed as Shinichi expected him to be, and dodged to the left. While Shinichi tracked the fleeing ghoul; his comrade joined the fray from the right.

The timespan between the attack was too short, even for him and a tentacle lodged itself into Shinichi's forearm, it was a last ditch effort to shield for his head. Pain assaulted his brain, but the adrenaline dulled the sensation. He quickly wrapped his injured arm around the tentacle and grasped it in his hand. His flesh sizzled as it came into contact with tentacle, he felt it dissolve, but he would worry later about the pain and scars.

The other ghoul tried to flank him once more, but Shinichi held him at bay by clashing his blade against the tentacle that was aimed for his neck. Using his injured arm, Shinichi tugged at the tentacle. The owner was pulled forwards by the superhuman force, and with swift foot work Shinichi disengaged the blade clash and twisted his body. The momentum of his body directed the weight of his blade-arm straight for his target.

''Naotarou, get out of there!''

Naotarou heard his comrade's warning too late and Shinichi's blade had already sliced through his torso. He fell to the asphalt, clutching at wound with his one good arm, his whimpering and moaning filled the night sky, and it made Shinichi feel like he was walking on air. Hearing the ghoul cry out in agony was titillating sensation for him. He didn't even notice the tentacle around his arm was dissolved, giving him free reign over his arm again.

The remaining ghoul was quick on his feet, he swung his large ax-like tentacle straight for Shinichi. Luckily, he managed wedge his blade between himself and instant death, but the force sent him careening into a wall behind him. The concrete cracked and caved beneath the force, and he fell down to pavement, on top of the unconscious girl.

His blade-arm burned with heat that was out of this world, it felt as if his entire arm was dipped in corrosive liquid. Shinichi yelped as the pain spread from his forearm all the way to the nerves in his back. The living steel contorted outwards, losing it's stable, sharp form. It shivered and warped Shinichi's flesh and bones out of place like a blender. The sight of it was maddening.

''I don't know what you are,'' The ghoul snarled as he approached, ''But it's over for the both of you.''

Shinichi whimpered as he tried to stand, his body complained through the usage of pain. His legs hurt, his back hurt, his head felt light, his cheek stung with pain, his left arm leaked like a water tap and his right arm burned up quicker than he could even register. He bit his lip as the ghoul advanced, merely crawling on top of the girl and bracing himself for the worst.

If this is the way he has to go, he'll be damned to let that ghoul hurt her.

The only thing that came was ear piercing scream from the ghoul as he rend in two by the largest weapon he had ever seen. The weapon pulsated a red glow as it bit into the ghouls flesh, cutting cleanly in half. The wielder was a woman with auburn hair. She was flanked by two other men one the of a size that was unheard of in Japan, the other was just half a head taller than him just like his dad.

''Amon-kun, please detain the injured ghoul on the scene, I don't feel like having my back split open by a kagune today,'' One of men voiced.

The towering man nodded, before leaving the area and by extension, Shinichi's weakening senses. The woman however approached in a blasé manner and him lifted off the ground effortlessly with a single hand as her eyes scanned both his and the girl's body.

''I'll go survey the area, I'm certain that there are some distressed civilians out there. Could you ring Academy City anyway? In case we spot someone who knows too much,'' The same man stated, before power walking off to the distance.

The woman gave no retort, and after she noted that one she was holding her hand was Izumi Shinichi. She couldn't help but to crack a smile at the wounded young man.

''You did a number on this place, Izumi-san.''

He coughed up blood, ''Well.. I had to since the cavalry was late.''

''You might want to call us next time around.''

Shinichi voice cracked as he spoke, ''Hindsight is twenty twenty.''

''You still look like shit, though.''

''Trying-'' The youth emptied out his stomach on the unaware girl, ''-To be funny.. Are we?''

A look of disgust crossed her face as she placed Shinichi against the cracked wall. As the woman bent down to examine the vomit covered Shio, Shinichi finally recognized the woman as Houji's subordinate. His attention was then directed to his right hand and much to his relief it was just an ordinary hand that stared back at him.

''Incapable of saving someone, my big fat ass,'' She said off-handedly.

''What?''

''You just saved this girl's life like nobodies business. I don't know what you did, but you did well, Izumi-san.''

Shinichi laughed, despite the fact the his body was crying internally.

''I knew I was right about you, I had a feeling and guess where you stand, right here,'' She rose and met his gaze with unwavering attention.

''I guess that this is the part where you ask me to join again, isn't it?''

''Smart boy,'' She mouthed with a glee.

His eyes went of the unconscious girl, he internally apologized for vomiting on her. His attention then focused to his wounds, then the woman before him and finally the stars that twinkled in the midnight sky. It took him several minutes of contemplating, but he finally found his decision. He was meant to save others from the pain he experienced, if turned this opportunity away how he ever even face Satomi in afterlife?

''I'm in,'' he said softly, ''When do I start?''

The woman's determined gaze softened to a warm smile, ''Wonderful. You'll begin when you're patched up, because when I'm through with you, you'll be in an even worse shape than Mr. Grinder over there.'' She pointed behind her, indicating the ghoul who was being handled by the lanky man.

''That's..'' Shinichi gulped, ''very reassuring,''

She stepped closer and reached out to him with her gloved hand, ''I'll be your mentor from now on, Izumi.''

Shinichi noted that she dropped the politeness in her voice, he clasped her hand with his trusty right, his fingers tingled as they curled around the woman's palm, ''I'll be in your care, uh..''

Her eyes shimmered in the moon light as her lips parted to speak, her hand squeezed his a little tighter.

''It's Yisha. Yu Zhu Yisha.''

CCG DATA LOG #130495
Written by: Houji Kousuke

General Information

Full Name: Izumi Shinichi
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Gender: Masculine
Age: 21
Place Of Birth: Tokyo, Japan
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Occupation: Freelance Writer

Relatives

Father - Izumi Kazuyuki, Age 49 [Alive]
Mother - Izumi Nobuko [Desceased]
Significant Other - Murano Satomi [Desceased]

CCG Employee Data

CCG Rank: N/A [Prospect Rank 3 Investigator]
CCG Employee Number: N/A [Prospect Ghoul Investigator]
Investigator Type: N/A
Status: Alive
Awards: N/A
Mentor: N/A
Subordinate(s): N/A

Combat Information

Quinque: N/A
Quinque Type: N/A
Quinque Rank: N/A
Quinque Rank Recommendation: N/A
Combat Skill Ranking: E [Incapable of combating lesser Ghouls]
Ghouls Captured: N/A
Ghouls Exterminated: N/A