P.S. This chapter switches perspectives and scenes frequently. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can skip it without affecting the rest of the story.
Kill me! Kill me! If I could keep going mad like this... how much fun would that be... hahahahahaha.
Ken Kaneki's thoughts were in chaos, his mind was splintering, and his body was exhilarated.
His tears had dried up before he knew it, leaving only a searing pain. Under this extreme torment, Ken Kaneki slipped into his memories.
Was Touka safe...?
Had Hideyoshi Nagachika been doing well lately...?
Immersed in the memories flashing before his eyes, Ken Kaneki felt someone remove his blindfold. "Wh... who is it?"
"Rise..." Looking at the beautiful, elegant woman before him, Ken Kaneki found his answer.
"Kaneki... why has your hair turned white? How funny..."
Rize Kamishiro cupped Ken Kaneki's chin in one hand and examined him with a mocking gaze.
"What your mother taught you was so interesting... let yourself be hurt so you don't hurt others? Do you really think you've been living by that rule?"
Even though Kaneki knew this was a hallucination, he sank into his memories again.
At Rise's questioning, Ken Kaneki lowered his head slightly. After a moment of hesitation in his eyes, he finally spoke. "That's... what Mom taught me... so..."
"You listened to a dead person." With cruel amusement, Rise finished his sentence for him, because Ken Kaneki's father's funeral had already appeared in the memories flashing before his eyes.
In the memory, mourners stood on either side of a wooden coffin. They wore black suits, but above their necks was nothing but white. In other words, they had no heads.
"Dad? That... that was when I was four... b-but why can't I remember his face?"
"Because you never paid any attention to