It was uncomfortably-comfortable in the 13th Ward of Tokyo. Rumors and official documentation of bloodshed in this particular area was eerily common, so much so that even Ghouls were unnerved to be here. Which is exactly what brought Kaneki here on this night, and for their sake, hopefully no one was flat-out stupid enough to try anything.
Shibuya was not desolate, stained with blood and entrails, or a combat zone for the CCG, contrary to what some who avoided this area might've believed.
The eyepatched Ghoul brushed by people, offering a quiet "Excuse me," as he did so. Looking over his shoulder was a bad habit, but not an unjustified one; as powerful as he proved to be, he was not ignorant of the fact others were safer untrusted. His very life was mocking proof of that.
Sliding his hand into the left pocket of his detective-esque trench coat, he shifted his attention back and forth between the neatly-written words on the slip of paper he retrieved and where he would place his next step.
Either Kaneki's mind wandered slightly as he made it to the outskirts of the more lively area, or that was a quite short walk. Whichever way, the lights blinked on his back from the distance but didn't reach beyond that into the dark he was entering.
Well... He wasn't sure what he was expecting. It was a warehouse. He knew it was a warehouse before he even left Anteiku, but he expected a little more originality... Maybe not everyone was as batshit crazy as Tsukiyama though. Kaneki snorted quietly at the idea, inspecting the rickety doors.
With the sound of a low thump to his right, Kaneki stood back at his full height and expressionlessly looked through the thick shadows. He slightly smiled at the furry form of a small, striped cat looking at him, curiously flicking their tail and offering a rrreow? at him before dashing off.
Kaneki gripped the metal bar on the front of the doors, flipping it down and grinding it to the left. "You could at least oil the damn thing," he groaned, slipping through the decidedly him-sized entrance and closing the door behind him.
Why the hell would you kill someone in here? He paced through the building, swatting a spider web off his face as he passed by some low-set track lights. The creepy old building, obvious as fuck. Read a mystery novel for Christ's sake...
((OoC - Holy smokes, my precious baby angel.<3 I have freaking issues lol. Ok, so, his personality is going to be more manga-canon, but I do enjoy stoic Root A Shiro too, so it's a mix of them both. Smile, sweetie. You can do it. I believe in you. Doomy gave me permission to use EJ Kaneki's text color~))