روايات وقصص ضمن Tokyo Ghoul Investigator

The city lights blurred as Collins drove us to the location. My thoughts spun as I replayed the last conversation I’d had with Thiago, his voice etched with tenderness. He’d told me he loved me. I’d been about to say it back when that nagging feeling held me back, a shadow of something unsaid. Guilt pricked at me as I realized I was now sitting here, preparing to unearth a truth I wasn’t ready to face. The investigator was already seated in a corner booth, a laptop open in front of him. I slid into the booth across from him, feeling my heart pound. He gave me a tense nod, then gestured to his laptop.

As the doors slid shut, my phone dinged. A single message. From the investigator. Just two words, yet they hit like a freight train. – He’s dead. –

“Are you being serious right now? You called me here, and you got nothing?!” The investigator nodded grimly. “I—I can’t find a single clue that would lead Grayson to being Kathryn Alvarez’s son—” Before he could even finish what he was about to say, I had a vase thrown his way. “USELESS. Extremely useless! Get him out of here!” Several men came inside and dragged the investigator out of the room. I stood up harshly on my seat and went over to the window, biting my nail as I watched the moon’s light glow down on me.

⸻ Elena. ⸻ Too composed. Too ready. ⸻ Too prepared. ⸻ His jaw tightened. ⸻ “No,” he muttered. ⸻ Because grief— had started turning into something else. ⸻ Something more dangerous. ⸻ Doubt. ⸻ ⸻ His phone rang. ⸻ He didn’t look at it immediately. ⸻ Then answered. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “I have something,” the investigator said.

I needed to find out what really happened to Ashton and how to protect Ashley in the process. It was surprising to say the least how I’d come a long way from wanting to deal with Ashley after finding out about to swap to wanting to protect her from any and everything. Arriving at the investigator’s office, I stepped inside, the familiar scent of stale coffee and the hum of fluorescent lights greeting me. The investigator, a grizzled man named Sam, looked up from his cluttered desk as I approached. “Thorne,” he greeted, motioning for me to sit. “I’ve gone through the information you sent. It’s a tangled web, to say the least.”

the investigator threatened as he pointed at the police vans, which were obviously armed and ready to attack. “We would see who gets out alive,” Boris said with a wider smile as he ushered the investigator into the sitting room. As soon as they were both seated in the sitting room, Boris offered him a drink and sat down comfortably, awaiting the investigator to speak. Inside, Boris offered the investigator a drink, setting a relaxed air while the detective remained tense. "I suspect you know why I'm here," the investigator began, his voice clipped. "For the record, it's an official investigation. We've seen a surge in unusual deaths over the past five years, culminating in the recent murder