The aroma of roasted coffee beans drifted through Anteiku. Gentle sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows and spilled across the reddish-brown wooden floor. In a corner sat a black-haired boy, stiff with nerves. He was Ken Kaneki.
He was just an ordinary, timid college student. He held a book, his fingers pale from gripping it too tightly. His gaze kept darting toward the window, where Rize Kamishiro sat.
Rize Kamishiro wore a white dress. She quietly leafed through a book of literature. Ken Kaneki's cheeks burned red, his delicate face full of shyness. "She's so beautiful."
"How could a woman like her ever notice me?" Ken Kaneki lowered his head and tugged self-consciously at the hem of his shirt.
His narrow shoulders hunched inward. The Supreme Causality Law had forcibly stripped away the fortune that had once belonged to him as the original story's protagonist.
Now he was nothing more than an ordinary human at the very bottom. He had no remarkable talent and no chance of turning his life around. Jingle.
The wind chime outside the café door suddenly rang. Its clear note carried a chill that made souls tremble. Inside the café, which had been warm moments before,
the temperature plunged to freezing in an instant. The customers' conversations caught in their throats. The entire room fell deathly quiet.
Steady footsteps sounded on the wooden floor. Step. Step. With the first footfall, an overwhelming divine presence erupted through the room. Behind the counter, the manager, Kuzen Yoshimura, had been wiping a cup.
His aged body shuddered violently. The porcelain cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. The deeply concealed Non-Killing Owl now had nothing but terrified despair in his eyes. He sensed
a terrifying power beyond anything this planet could contain, slowly entering the