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Chapter 3: A Chance Encounter The sun began to set as the three members of the Suzuya Squad concluded their patrol and settled down for dinner at a ramen shop. Mizurou lazily leaned his torso against the table while heaving an exhausted sigh. “Man, what was HQ thinking sending a newbie like Soujiro to help us?” he inquired looking through the menu that sat in front of him. “Orders are orders. It can’t be helped, but he must have some skill since they sent him here. What do you guys think of him?” Keijin replied. “Are you kidding? He was practically fumbling at his introduction! There’s no way I wan

The following story is a work of fanfiction. Star Wars is owned by Disney and George Lucas. Chapter 1: Fallen Jedi There once was a boy who was strong in the Force. The boy was trained to become a Jedi and devoted himself to the Light. One day, the young Jedi fell in love with a Senator, but romance was forbidden according to the Jedi Code. But the young Padawan was very much in love and married in secret. Their union led to a family as the Jedi’s wife became with child, but one day, he had visions of her demise. Desperate to save his beloved, the Jedi turned to the Dark Side and began to shed the blood of the innocents all for the sak

Chapter 2: Fitting In “Come in!” Juuzou beckoned the newcomer. The squad eagerly awaited to see the identity of their new recruit. The door opens to reveal a young man in his late teens followed by disappointed sighs with the exception of Juuzou and Hanbee. “You just had to jinx it!” Keijin whispered to Mizurou as he made a subtle point to the new investigator. Mizurou only responded with a shrug as he turned his attention back to his game. “Uh, pardon my intrusion! I’m Rank 3 Investigator Jin Soujiro. I’ll be transferring here to assist you with your cases from here on out.” Jin said meekly.

The following story is a work of fanfiction. Tokyo Ghoul is owned by FUNimation, Viz Media, and Sui Ishida. Before the Torso investigation, before the formation of the Quinx Squad, there was the 20th Ward extermination. The Doves surround the once peaceful district, killing every ghoul that foolishly resisted their vast numbers. The smarter ones went into hiding or moving into less hostile wards. Among them was one who narrowly escaped Yomo’s prison amidst the slaughter. One who was probably the cause of the Doves’ attention in the first place due to her gluttonous tendencies, the Binge Eater. This is a tale of her “missing

 “Are you really going to leave her behind?” Touka questioned Renji. His silence was broken by her alarming concern, “She’ll die!” “Rize’s too dangerous. Her presence would only alarm more Doves and there are enough of them swarming this ward as it is,” he cautioned.  “But this is just-“she objected. “It’s for the best Touka.” Their voices reverberated through the container and roused their prisoner back to reality. Her once beautifully lush, lavender hair was now a dried out mess that hung over her empty purple eyes. She was but a shadow of her former self surrou

Battle 02: First Impressions (Sumaru City. Azai Residence. Morning.)     “I can hear the voice drawing closer to me as I sleep. It laughs at me for reasons I don’t know. In my dreams I see it… The shadow of a wolf stalking me as if I’m its prey.”     The beeping sounds and vibrations of his cell phone stirred Mugen from his sleep. His eyes stared at the white ceiling of his room. A faint glimmer of sunlight peered through the crack of his curtains indicating that the sun has risen.  “Morning already?” he yawned, “I feel like I barely slept.” Mugen glanced at h

The following story is a work of fan fiction. ©Index Corporation 1996, 2012 Produced by ATLUS Persona is a registered trademark of Index Digital Media Inc. Battle 01: New World Fool Time never waits. It delivers all equally to the same end. You, who wish to safeguard the future, However limited it may be... You will be given one year; Go forth without falter, With your heart as your guide... (Downtown Tokyo. Nobusoft Inc.)     A well-dressed man looks out the window of his corporate office towering above the city of Tokyo. “Mitsuhide,” he spoke addressing his assistant.  “Yes, Mr. Nobunaga?” she replied