A man with powers to hypnotise people plays a cat and mouse game with the police.

These are short stories based on my life experiences, whether it’s a test that seemed interesting or an exam text I can connect to a song. They are drawn from real events but sometimes mixed with a little fiction. Stories written by me, Aka. Or also knows as Trushima Akari Kafka or Miakadou.

Five friends visited their friend, who lives in an old manor left to him by his parents. Living alone with his butler, but this visit might not be what anybody anticipated, as a huge mystery unfolds.

Mizuki hates herself, she hates life, but what if the only thing she loves can only be seen once everyday? How can she repay something if all she can do is watch?

Record-breaking snowfall, a catastrophic crime scene, and a mansion whose blueprints don't make sense: a hiker's bloody journal is the only clue that can solve the mystery. What happened to the victims, where's Obihiro Manor's missing floors, and most crucially, who or what killed them?

In "Shokuzai no Sora," we follow the journey of a repentant veteran soldier whose encounter with a dying dog sets off a chain of supernatural events. Condemned by a malevolent entity to care for a mysterious girl in a war-torn world, Wilhem grapples with his own humanity and the internal demons t...

"Forever and ever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you." Lost in scattered memories and emotion, one humble king searches for the adventurer of Wonderland. The unwelcome advent of a dark and perverse vampire has thrust Hakan's kingdom into its own little dark age. Against all despai...

A dream made real. Katsuto Ookubo, a third year in high school, visits the town he grew up in up north. There, for the first time in six years, he stumbles onto one of his childhood best friends, Iyo Fukunaga. After a tear filled reunion, Iyo confesses a phenomenon that had been occurring to...

Anyone from London has heard of John. John at twenty-one, is tasteful and cunning. He knows his way around almost everything; people, money, and more than anything, words. He’s a poet. He writes outside, always outside. He starts at 4:30 in the morning and no one has any idea when he returns to ...

Listen here, I'm not doing this whole "Dear diary" thing. So whoever reads this, if anyone reads this, know that you invaded the privacy of Sandronious, the greatest to ever be and self proclaimed God emperor. Ignore the "Property of Alex" on page 1, I stole this thing. Fine fine, imagine me...