Once more you're in a cell. It's not as dark as one previous, but just as cold. The chains that bind you still are no longer there, unlike the evident use of them. The stench of blood, bodily fluids and warmth are not in this cell, it has a churning stench of its own. Unfamiliarity. Mama always told you to adapt. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more truly exposed. Utterly bare besides the numerous scars, gashes and deep bruises that envy the galaxies themselves to decorate your womanly figure with. Mama's only form of kisses and affection. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more tormented from the inquisitive gazes and downcast glances. You've killed many. You've been envied and praised by the most gruesome beings. Do not strike your cords of sympathy for the undeserved and useless. Mama's found a keeper in you. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are defenceless. Alone in a little glass cage, observing those observing you from the other side. How I wish I could rip you apart at the seams. I yearn to hear the rattle of your final breath, who you would plead to in your final moment, your final curses at the one tearing you from this wold. Mama's taught you very well. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are the new plaything. Pain has no value. Torture or tiddilywinks? Nothing but a game. The pieces can be mended, but the cracks will forever show. Mama said you were still beautiful. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more you are faced with uncertainty. Torn away at a young age. Taught to fight for your life for the entertainment of others. Forced to please and cater in anyway necessary. Mama said you were an animal. Better than the last she'd say. Better than the last. Once more there's a knocking at the glass. Dull sapphire eyes shift underneath thick lashes. "Kireina, come." Mama forced you to obey better than the last.

For as long as you can remember, you've been in anteiku. Your mother was a member before you, since she'd been child hood friends with Ryoko, though she had you when she was only young. You naturally worked at the coffee shop since you were thirteen, now you are a master of coffee making. One day a girl named Touka joined, as well as hero brother Ayato. Between these two new ghouls invading your home and a powerful ghoul faction threatening to burn it all to the ground, how will you manage to save everyone without loosing yourself?

Ghouls, a race of creatures that every human alive fears because their diet is strictly human flesh. Y/n is one of these creatures from America, but when he is forced to flee America, he finds himself in the middle of a human and ghoul war. He meets many people in his new home of Tokyo, some he will consider family and will do anything to protect , others will feel the wrath of the cold hearted ghoul

"I really do not like when you call me rag doll." His bright teeth gritted before his pale lips flashed a not so friendly smile. "I am not afraid to gut your ass, Suzuya." "I liked hearing my name from your lips so much more, Emi. But I don't know if that beats the feeling of you under me."

One day, a kind ghoul saw a human child walking around in the 13th Ward looking for a place to stay. The ghoul, of course, wouldn't want to let her die. So he, being the kind ghoul he is, took her in. Unfortunately, the CCG (who appears to be hunting the ghoul) found their whereabouts and prisoned them in the Cochlea. Every day, the ghoul would be tortured so that he would spill information about his association. The ghoul was loyal to his association, so he kept quiet. One day, the CCG couldn't take it anymore and so they did an experiment on the human child. When they told (more like showed) about what happened to the human child, the ghoul lost control of his sanity and killed all the investigators who were keeping him and the child prisoners. When he regained sanity, he took the child to a safe place and left her in the hands of human loving ghouls. That child was soon known as Phoenix. Or to be precise, Oomori Y/N ----- I don't own Tokyo Ghoul, all rights belong to the respected author of Tokyo Ghoul