Nagi is one who is ruled by a desire for life. A desire so strong and twisted, she'll do the unthinkable just under the pretext that she believes doing the deed will extend her life. However, her hypocrisy catches the attention of the reaper, who asks her a simple question.

In the shadowed heart of a city draped in sorrow, Kaito stands, a solitary figure amidst the desolation. Raindrops fall, each a silent witness to the weight of his heartache, blurring the line between worlds. The absence of Hikari, his sun and moon, is an abyss that threatens to consume him. As d...

A lone woman comes face-to-face with someone she thought was a fairytale in the heart of the holiday season. In front of the Christmas tree he sings his song of Eros, and The Endless Night. While their time together is short, even a precious few minutes may prove to be among the most impo...

Stars, once ablaze, now flicker in the abyss, echoing the bittersweet symphony of existence. Entwining the fragility of dreams with the resilience of faith. They unearth the luminescence within, discovering that even in the autumn of life. Amidst the shadows, dreams delicately intertwine with st...

What is happiness? I couldn't understand this feeling anymore. For me, happiness was just a lie I had to keep up when I'm in public. Until I unexpectedly met you again.

Death or Life. Thanatos or Eros. Following a serious case of several couples finding the concept of the afterlife tempting, those words became the highlight of the living. They were becoming entranced by the idea of being attracted and called by the gods. Once their calling was heard, people wo...

I promised to live, but I’ll die for you.

Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

The desire to live. The desire to die. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.

Amidst the silence of the night, Tony's world is disrupted by an unexpected call from Jocilyn, a dear friend enduring the trials of hospital life. In the hushed hours, she bares her soul, admitting to the weight of exhaustion and self-perceived burdens.