It wasn't long until the remainder of blood had formed into a darken substance, as the red liquid that circulates in the arteries and veins of humans was not meant to be discerned on the cement ground of Tokyo. Yet, these days there was only that -- blood shed and the conundrum's that multiply with the more crime's that went on. People disappeared out on the streets on their way home from work or trips to super markets. Physical structure's of being torn apart; rather it be peeled from their skin like fruit or shredded away like small pieces of colored paper. While most of the human being's believe it to be some kind of criminal master minds, Hide knew otherwise. It's been months, and besides -- he was more secure being involved with the same people who went after these criminals.
He knew more than anyone, however, that they were not criminals at all. Just hungry, just surviving -- as is everyone. Though the torment of human being's was not at all requisite there was no way around that. Knowing how things were and how there was no use of keeping things hidden away anymore. Little bright screen flashed in front of face as contemplating on sending it or not. There was always hesitancy but there was always worry; that's what friends were for. After some time, thumb soon pressed the send button at the bottom of the touch screen, consigning the text message to the genuine person the other number belonged to. If this was work of someone he knew -- Kaneki did a good job obliterating existence.
