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Mrs. Kaneki had been killed by a ghoul. That was indisputable and had always been. Except, apparently, it wasn’t. It wasn’t and upon learning such, Takizawa Michie was horrified.
Sat in her kitchen with an investigator seated across the table from her, she learned that Mrs. Kaneki had not, in fact, been killed by a ghoul. She hadn’t been killed by a ghoul, but she had been killed and her corpse desecrated by a human. It had been devoured by a human.
“A… a cannibal?” she asked, her eyes wide in shock and horror, her face pale and her breathing shallow.
“Indeed, ma’am,” the faceless investigator responded. “I’m sorry to report that that is why no ghoul was caught; there simply was none near the crime scene to begin with. Even had it been a ghoul, they would’ve gotten far away, but these photos shot by Mr. Tsorumi himself, of his kill, are certain.”
Faceless.
Faceless.
Faceless.
He had a mole on his face, stern eyes, and bangs parted from one another in halves. Mikito Urie, he’d said his name to be. Investigator Mikito Urie.
Michie pulled her drink close to herself, hugging it protectively. To think that her son, her Ken, Mrs. Kaneki’s Ken, had witnessed such an event!
She prayed not for humanity, but for decency.
Decency for her children.