“Who goes there?”
“A ghoul, fuckwit.” Asa is too terrified to be polite. Supposedly she’s here. Supposedly she’s been saved from those murder children.
But what if she’s not?
“Asa!” Tsukiyama shoves aside a blonde man in a white suit. He bows before her. “Pleasure to see you again. What can we do for you?”
Asa licks her lips. “I heard you rescued someone in the fourth ward? Blonde hair? Skinny? Goes by Satome?”
“Ah!” Tsukiyama claps his hands. “Come follow me.”
“She’s alive?” Asa cries out with relief as she scampers after Tsukiyama.
The Gourmet shoves open a cell door to reveal Satome sitting, pale but breathing, in a bed as a ghoul uses his kagune to heal her. A white-haired man is questioning her.
“She’s in pain, let her rest,” Asa says quickly.
“Asa!” Satome tries to stand, but the healing ghoul holds her back.
“You need to sit,” he tells her.
“Why are you questioning her? Who are you?” Asa fires questions at the ghouls. “How did you find her?”
“Asa, this is Banjou Kazuichi,” Satome points to the healer ghoul. She moves her finger to point to the white-“And this is the One-Eyed King.”
Asa crosses her arms with a huff. King? He looks like a pile of strained potatoes. “Well, I didn’t vote for him!”