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THE CROWN OF HER HEAD JOLTS, vision obscured by ropes and coils of orchid, STYGIAN silk / curtains hung limp - loose around her shoulders, matted in rivulets. The eyes behind it all are glazed, reflectionless : no longer touched by MANIA, though the ghost of the hunger pangs remained.
( they always did, gnawing, churning, screaming, hungry, HUNGRY, I’M SO HUNGRY I NEED TO EAT I NEED MEAT MEAT M E A T ─ )
‘ . . . Kaneki. ’
Most importantly, she remembers.












