Early summer approaches, and so does something heavier than the blanket of humidity slowly lowering like a curtain on the tragedies of winter.
Slowly unravelling is a tormented history of Yokai, Monsters, Detectives, Executioners, Balancers, and the unfortunate lost souls caught above and between. This is not a tragedy, this is not fantasy, this is not a drama, this is not a novel... Kisaragi's future livelihood is at stake, but really... isn't this kind of story too much like one of those cheap spiritual detective novels?