A Tokyo college student is attacked by a ghoul, a superpowered human who feeds on human flesh. He survives, but has become part ghoul and becomes a fugitive on the run.
Books are nice, aren’t they? With just one sentence you can get lost in all sorts of dreams. The way I think of it, literature allows the reader’s consciousness to deeply relish the author and be closer to him.
The act of taking is equally evil. We, from the moment of birth, continue to take. Food, connections, even fellow blood. Living to utmost. Continuing to slaughter, kill, take. Life is to constantly sin. Life is evil itself. I am aware I am evil… And so are you all. Now, come kill me.
— Won't you feel sorry for her if we don't take revenge?!
— It’s not because we can’t take vengeance that we should feel sorry. The real reason to feel sorry… is when one is hung up on revenge and can’t live their own life.