But then Tokyo Ghoul would never have happened.
Furuta doubled over, gasping for breath as soon as CCG was out of sight.
They want him dead.
They hate him.
Washuu.
He screams and pounds the wall. A mom and her kid cross the street lest they come near him.
Laugh, laugh – laughter is all he has, and yet right now, it’s not enough.
The Oggai are gonna get themselves killed for an ousted director. Tee-hee.
He’s been bested by V, and he knows it.
Wait. He texts Urie Kuki. Don’t you want to help Mutsuki?
His phone rings. Marude barks through the line. “The fuck are you thinking?”
Furuta giggles. “Just that Urie might want to stop the slaughter of his former mentor and his band of ghouls in the 24th ward.”
He gives them the location of all known ghouls and investigators.
This will fuck V straight up. They wanted this raid.
“We know you’re not doing this to help,” Marude snaps.
And he’s not. But maybe, just maybe, he still feels good about it.
Mercy and Magic 