The girl who wants to go home, but doesn't quite know where it is anymore.
Your name is Moko Sato, and you helped your mother's murderer. You never really liked your mother, you prefer your father over the two, even though he left you to rot in the rain. He's gone he's been gone for years. So your mother filled the gaping hole in her chest that he left behind with music and dance. You'd grow into the shell of a renaissance woman. You'd grow to create art and inspire it. She had you dance ( it helped you when you were taught to fight, you dodged hits with such grace ), to sing, and play piano till your fingers would belled.
Nothing was ever about you, just your art. You were her doll, something to be manipulated, controlled, and to abuse. A doll was something you never wanted to be again.
So when he, the ghoul named Hiro had broken into your home, you threw up your white flag and sold out your mother's location to him. You didn't care of she lived or died, if she was dead she couldn't lay her hands on you again, and that is how you found peace in the situation.
So now you're living in a house full of ghouls, the fear you were taught to have of them faded, you believe this is now your home. You love all of them with the deepest parts of your heart. You loved Shini so tenderly even when she forced your head under the bathwater, even when she brought the scissors to your head and chopped off your pride. You loved Teaser too, even when he chased you around the rundown apartment with nothing but dead maggot filled rats in his hands.
Yet you loved Yoshit the most, especially when he'd save you from the torment and hold you close, reading you stories you'd never forget. He gave you the attention you craved, and you could never get enough of it.
When you're twelve, shit doesn't go so well. Hiro gets caught by the DOVES, the house gets raided, and you've found. Now you're being picked up and treated like a victim, yet you're not, you love it here, you belong here, this is home, and you're being ripped away from it. So they throw you into the academy, expecting you seek revenge from ghouls and think you'll be useful when that's not the case. You're not a fan of the CCG, but now you're working for them, living off the food they put on your plate, and you fucking hate it. You want to go back to the shitty apartments in the fourth ward where just walking down the street could kill you, you want to go back to having screaming matches with Teaser, you want to go back to Shini chasing you around the house with hairspray and a lighter, but you can't have that, you're in the academy now, training to be a goddamn dove.
The only exciting news you get is when the Quinx project comes into play, and the heads of the CCG are looking for those to volunteer for the experiment. Course you throw your hand in, it gave you a chance at being like those you grew up around, and that gave you nothing but joy. The surgery was a success, and nothing but pride flows through your veins as you stand in the mirror and watch your kagune release from your back. Ukaku, it is, like Hiro's, expect smaller and they look like dove wings. Course you don't mind that, and with a wink, your eye will flash to the most divine blood red and inky black.
You're just like them, and that's what you always wanted.
