It's been a year since the raid on Anteiku.
You, Touka, live with Banjou and Hinami in a small apartment in a different ward. At first, the three of you and Yomo moved around a lot, since the 20th ward was teeming with CCG investigators after the raid. Now Yomo's gone back to his old shipping container, and you try not to attract too much attention to yourselves. You haven't heard from Tsukiyama or the rest, and Yomo doesn't talk about Uta or Itori. You've seen Nishiki around a couple of times, but you don't really talk to him.
It's been a year since you last saw Kaneki.
At first, you had faith that he would return. It was all you could do. For your own sake, and Hinami's sake. You firmly believed that he would come back, because he had to be alive. He had to have survived the raid. Surely...
But now, a year later, doubt has furtively crept into your mind.
And now, a year later, you suppose a part of you always knew that he wouldn't come back.
You don't say grace before meals.
As a ghoul, you don't really believe in any god, or gods. Some ghouls do, but most, like you, do not. There's something distasteful in thanking a deity before you begin to messily consume a human corpse (Not that you, the Gourmet, are a messy eater).
However, the meal that lies in front of you will likely be the most delectable repast you will ever consume in the entirety of your lifespan.
(You will not cook him as you have others; the flavours in his flesh are subtle and best consumed raw. You wonder if such a sweet taste is typical of half-ghouls, or would Kaneki taste just as wonderful had he been left human?)
And for this, you cannot help but feel truly grateful.