Anthony Sento

I screwed up.

No, scratch that, I fucked up.

I knew there was a reason why mother told me not to play with my food. Only bad things could come from it.

Who the hell would've thought such a shy, pretty lady was part of the Doves, let alone that our date was a set-up for a fucking ambush?

I should have known. My penchance for ultraviolence was gonna get me killed one day.

So here I find myself cornered by three doves in a dark, dank alley, each of them holding their quinques and myself bleeding profusely from my cut-off left hand, a missing left eye, and a good chunk of my left torso gone.

Goddamn doves must've been watching me for quiet some time, because they brought nothing but rinkaku with them.

No good. How the fuck am I supposed to fight three doves with one arm? Feeling my legs give out, I fell down onto my knees, and found myself staring at the girl whose supposed to be on my position now.

This is it, eh? Anthony Sento, dead at 25 because he couldn't stop chasing skirt for just one moment.

"Do... your worst, bitch. I'm fucking invic-!"

Not letting the ghoul finish his sentence, the female investigator cut off Anthony's head, ending the life of the koukaku ghoul, and member of the Inquisitors.

[Just a quick scribble to kill off Anthony. I don't see anything for him going for him in the future, and I want to focus solely on Kenji at the moment.]