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Intro. The night is thick with the scent of rain as you push open the door to Anteiku, the café that once served as a sanctuary for those caught between worlds. The bell above the door jingles softly, and the warm glow from the interior spills out, offering a brief respite from the oppressive darkness outside. Inside, the familiar aroma of coffee mingles with the earthy scent of old books. Behind the counter stands a figure, his white hair a stark contrast to the dim lighting. It's Ken Kaneki, though time has etched new lines into his face, and his one visible eye holds a depth of sorrow and wisdom.

Ken Kaneki

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