Tokyo Ghoul - NEST

The File that Marks Life or Death

"If there is no struggle, There is no progress."
- Fredrick Douglass

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The Cafe is closed today. It's been three days since I came here and work seemed so normal to me now. I'm surprised at how fast I got used to the flow of everyday life.

I woke up, got ready, worked until afternoon, then trained with Yomo for most of the night. Then I went to sleep.

But today wasn't like that.

I walked into the lounge in the back to see Touka have her hands on her face, no doubt stressed about something. And Yomo stood near her, his face in a frown. He saw me and nodded, Touka gave me a quick glance but that was all.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Yomo sighed, putting a hand to his face. "Today... someone saw Touka getting the supplies from the drop point." He said.

Where people did suicide? If someone saw her, then what would happen? I'm pretty sure they'd tell someone.

"What do we do? It was a normal person, right?" I said.

Touka shook her head. "No, it was a Damn dove. Now their gonna have me on file..." She said with a worried expression.

I frown. "The burrow has to go through steps to get a file into its database. It first has to be taken to an info broker for the burrow. Who was the man who saw you?" I asked, rubbing my chin.

She rubbed her temples. "He had blond hair and green eyes... he was a small guy, but I could tell he was tough."

"Why didn't he attack you then?" Yomo asked.

"Because I had already escaped by then." She said, looking at the ground. She seemed really beat up over this. It did mean she wouldn't be able to act normal again. Which means she wouldn't be able to see any of her human friends she probably has...

That didn't settle right with me.

I stood and Yomo already knew what I was gonna do. He was about to tell me to stop, to grab me, but I slipped out of the room with ease and ran to the garage.

"What the hell are you doing!" Touka yelled.

I jump into the open window of the car and start the engine. I drive out of the garage and into the street, clearly breaking some speeding laws as I zoomed past stop lights and into the high way.

The nearest info broker is near the 17th ward... I turn into an exit and drive next to the burrow station. I parked and walked for awhile, seeing the info broker was easy to spot. A man with a trench coat and a hat over his eyes.

I tapped his hat as he looked up and I nodded to an alley. He smiled, thinking he was gonna get paid for some info. As we walked into the alley, I quickly turned to kick him in the gut, catching him off guard as I elbowed his nape of his neck, knocking him out.

I drag his unconscious body into a dumpster, and grab his hat. I sit in the exact spot where I had picked him up, and waited...

Two hours later...

The investigator was easy to spot, like I thought, they all dress the same. And his blond hair was easy to spot. He was a foreigner, like me. Though I am half japanese, he's totally from a different country.

He sits next to me and hands me a file. "Send this to the burrow for me, this is important. Those are the only photos of evidence I have, so be careful with them." He handed me a wad of bills and I slowly nodded.