COMPLETE Manga Spoilers for Tokyo Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul: Re.
Violence, cannibalism, sexual themes, swearing, and other standard Tokyo
Ghoul themes. You have been warned.
The Midnight Man Despite the heavy rain, cracks of thunder, and strong winds that had ripped
the umbrella out of her hands an [embarrassing] number of times; Lorenz
Ilse was having a good day. The dark, damp grey trench-coat engulfed her
thin frame, sticking slightly to her in an uncomfortable way. Her pale fingers
gripped her umbrella's handle tight, making sure not to let go this time, as
she walked down the busy streets of the 1st Ward.
Unlike most Wards, the 1st was typically quite lacking in the general public.
Due to it being the home of the main CCG Office, most would think it would
be a hotspot for civilians, as the Ward was easily the safest out of all of them.
But, apparently, being around the almost military-like Investigators brought
upon a lot of discomfort in the general public.
The people were afraid of them. Not the Ghouls. Them. The good guys! Or
so, most Investigators liked to believe. Ilse, personally, didn't really care
much about morals or the fight of good against evil. All she really wanted
was a nice big, fat paycheck to provide for her meals and easy life [well,
a life as easy as it can get when you fight the living embodiment of the
monster in a child's closet. Seriously, why does no one ever talk about
how horrific looking Ghouls are?]
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
right back up at them. Either way, Ilse didn't mind, all it meant was
that no would to bother her so long as she wore her big, puffy coat and
carried her Ouinmie hz her side
"Lorenz-san!"
The woman halted, glancing back over her shoulder, and brushing back the
blonde hair that stuck to her cheek, reaching down to her shoulders. Her
on another Investigator as he ran towards her.
He stopped before her, hands clutching his knees as he breathed out heavily.
Ilse tilted her head, 'Wow. Dude's really gotta work out."
"Lorenz-san!" He stood up straight, smiling in relief. "I'm so gladI caught up
with you before you left. Special Class Arima-san has returned and, well, you
dals
well, you
asked me to inform you of when-
Ilse cut him off, a smile widening on her freckled cheeks as she reached out
and grabbed his hands. "Thanks, man!" She shook his hand wildly, leaning
forwarda little too far into his personal space. "I owe you one!"
He quickly drew his hand back, spluttering awkwardly. "It's... It's
no issue, LorenZ-san. I-
She interjected once more, hands falling to her hips. "Hey, while I've got ya,
what was the name of the next operation? The one by the sea?"
"Operation A-64," he peered down at her in confusion. "$3 has been assigned
to it. Weren't you at the briefing, Lorenz-san?"
"Yeah, but I fell asleep." She straightened up, smiling again. "Thanks,
that must be what Kishou wants."
The other Investigator seemed almost offended by how casually Ilse
addressed her superior officer, but she either didn't notice or didn't
care. Only holding her hand out to give him one last enthusiastic
handshake, using both her hands.
"Thanks, Ill sea you later." She winked, before quickly dashing off,
chuckling into her enclosed fist.
She briefly heard the investigator whisper, "They keep getting younger
and younger." Likely thinking she wouldn't hear him from such a distant,
but she did and smiled a little wider.
Now having turned around to walk back to the 1st Ward's Office, she found
herself walking down the familiar path. The wind was already beginning
to settle down, the rain reduced to a soft pitter against her bright yellow
umbrella, and the storm cloud had begun to shift overhead. Still, she
clutched the handle tight, definitely not wanting another recap of earlier.
As she approached the entrance, many unfamiliar Investigators greeted her,
to which she would bow lowly as she had been taught. This usually left them
quite flustered, but she would simply smile and continue on. People who did
know her seemed to avoid greeting her, but Ilse didn't notice them, already
having spotted the familiar shock of white hair.
Her smile widened. 'Brother!' She wanted to call out but knew she wasn't
allowed, any blood relation to any of her half-siblings was strictly kept
between the family and no one else.
It upset Ilse, that her family wasn'ta real family. But to her, despite having
Iprobably] hundreds of half-siblings, only two of them were ever her real
family. One of which, her own personal certified badass, was the older man She currently half jogged
