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Amazing how quick life as you know it could so easily be changed and any ignorant sense of peace forever tarnished. Hard to believe just a week prior Kana Watori's greatest problems revolved around studying for upcoming exams and graduating high school on time. Seven days ago she was nothing but a simple senior with average grades and ordinary daily stress your typical teenager faced. Extraordinarily normal, she got along just fine with her fellow peers and teachers. Her relationship with her parents was healthy and on good terms, sitting down every night to share a meal together. Of course her mother's choice of career was anything but common practice, often the job was looked at as meant for only the mad and hopeless. The eighteen year never once cared to consider just what went through her mother's head as she risked her life time and time again, for the sake of protecting humans, or so she and most were led to believe. Humans versus Ghouls a bloody never ending war with an equally unclear start. Much like your every day teenager Kana, despite her own personal ties to Ghoul hunters, lacked the capacity to express empathy for really either side. Looking out for herself if the subject didn't directly personally have anything to do with her then it mattered nothing in her opinion. Strange point of view, given her family's extensively long history associated with Ghouls. She was blessed and cursed with her upbringing, sheltered from the true horrors of the world. Not just concerning the supernatural creatures but humans too. Granted the choice of free thought and speech, allowed the chance to study and develop her own opinion early on. Opinions often frowned upon to voice out loud, and so she didn't. Never one for confrontation Kana tended to keep to herself, simply getting by. She avoided putting effort into anything that wasn't absolutely necessarily, including establishing bonds with really anyone. Mainly knowing the unlikelihood she would be sticking around long enough to develop any meaningful relationships worth keeping. Calling herself a loner wouldn't be too far from the truth, however she maintained an overall polite attitude to the public eye. Often students from her class would seek her help over the most mundane tasks, and she would willingly agree, giving the false impression she was far more kind then she truthfully was. Sure, there were individuals she would spend her lunch breaks with, maybe even hangout after school too but they meant absolutely nothing to her. Considering them as just means of wasting some time, simple as that, nothing more to it really. Truthfully it was all such a bothersome bore to her, following a basic routine she had created as a young child. Oh how she wished she could go back to such tranquil times. Covered head to toe in blood, both fresh and old, a teenager ran through the back alleys of Tokyo, Japan. Barefoot, looking more then a little worse for wear in nothing but a paper thin flimsy, tattered faded turquoise hospital gown and equally dirtied cotton black underwear. Long, messy caramel locks whipped around the girl, a layer of sweat making the hair uncomfortably stick to the back of her neck. Labored short pants slipped past her open chapped lips, eyes wide, frantically shifting every way as she pushed her already exhausted legs to move faster. Stumbling to a stop only when she turned a corner too quick and tripped over some trash on the filthy streets of what she could only assume and hope to be part of downtown Tokyo. Clearly she was hopelessly lost, her only destination in mind was however far she could take herself away from her original starting point. With a sharp gasp of surprise she fell face first flat on the ground, grunting upon impact, failing to soften the blow when instinctively throwing her hands in front of her. Have... to keep... moving... The girl wheezed, her arms and legs visibly trembling with strain as she attempted to push herself up. How the hell did she end up here...? In her mind's eye she recalled the day everything changed the day her parents were murdered by rogue Ghouls. Kana Watori had just arrived home from her new school in Tokyo, having recently transferred from Kanto. Supposedly this would be her family's final move, so her folks claimed but she rightfully was skeptical. It certainly was a nice change of pace, being greeted by both her mother and father, still finding it hard to believe the once notorious Ghoul investigator had actually chosen early retirement. A change the moody teenager was happy to adjust getting used to. Still following routine Kana had made her way to her room to work on school assignments, only stopping when dinner was called. Each member of the family swapped stories of their own day, enjoying a peaceful night in each other's company. Alas it wasn't meant to last long... Just as Kana was helping her mother with the dishes, her father being the cook of the household, unexpected visitors rang at their door. Naturally the man of the house answered, a friendly, can I help you were the last words Takashi Ootori would utter. The thump of his body hitting the ground at full force was enough to fill her mother with dread, instantly on high alert, but it hardly matter much in the end. From there Kana's memories start to blur, for the sake of maintaining some sanity. Vaguely she could recall her mother telling her to run, just before she too like her husband was fatally impaled from the front by a Ghoul's Kagune. Considered frail in comparison her body might as well have been a rag doll in the superior race's hands. Shell shocked, standing in the kitchen, Kana bore witness to the agonizingly slow painful deaths of her parents. The Ghouls that broke into their home seeking vengeance on the famous Watori investigator took their time ending their lives, purposely prolonging their deaths, letting them suffer for what Kana was sure to be at least a couple of hours. They didn't so much as touch her though, not yet, not until the light in both her parents eyes were fading did they make their move. She hadn't heard what one of them whispered to her parents, but seeing the way absolute terror appeared on both their faces, she knew her future was bleak, her fate sealed. Likely shutting down from shock the nameless Ghouls had no problem whatsoever taking Kana away, though they had covered her head with a bag of some sort. Possibly to avoid her figuring out where exactly they were headed. From there her body was all but utterly destroyed, days on end she was tortured close to the brink of death as these men in all white experimented on her young body. Just barely they kept her alive, determined to succeed, in what? As if she could understand, she didn't exactly try to ask questions. Honestly she couldn't tell you how she survived, she certainly lost her will to live long before the process had even started. That changed when one day she woke up, still strapped down to a cold metal table covered in her dried up blood. She felt... perfectly okay? Odd, last thing she could remember was passing out after another session with the doctors. Faintly she could heard an excited murmur around her, whispers of success passed around. Success...? With a careful shift she realized aside from the stiffness of laying down for several hours on a metal table, she felt no pain whatsoever. How could that be...? Just the previous night she was wailing as her bones were broken and her skin cut wide open, exposing her internal organs. Yet here she was, entirely healed, in fact... She felt better then ever. Testing the leather straps that held her down Kana decided right then and there it was time to leave. Goal in mind with newfound strength she broke free, snapping the bindings with ease. In a stumble she jumped off the table, footing unbalanced but she couldn't be stopped from there on out. Naturally she was faced by several who stood in her way to freedom, but something awakened inside her, taking over her body in that moment. The closest she could think to describe it was pure molten rage, instinctively moving her in fluid and violent motions. Taking down any and all who dared to oppose her. All she could truly focus on was breaking out of her prison, and when she succeeded she didn't think to chance a look back. Thus how she found herself curled up with her back against a wall, trying to make herself smaller then she already was in hopes of avoiding attracting any attention. It don't take a genius to realize she, Kana Watori, once a human, had successfully been turned into a Ghoul, or half of one at least... If that... thing... that sprouted out of her back and aided in her escape wasn't proof enough she had caught a reflection, a quick glimpse of her eyes. More specifically the difference in her left one, a starling vibrant red and black contrast to her normally soft baby blues. The final nail to the coffin came the sudden salivating of her dry mouth when passing a group of children playing in the streets. Anxiously she tugged at her hair, clumps of dry blood matted the once lush tresses. Breathing heavily through flared nostrils, shaking where she sat as she gnawed at her bottom lip. What do I do now...? The question lingered in the smog contaminated air, voice quivering and hoarse from hours on end of abuse, screaming until she couldn't bear it a second longer. Where was she to go? She was all alone now, the only family she had dead and maybe even still rotting away on the living room blood soaked carpet. Kana hadn't the faintest clue how to survive, as a Ghoul.