In a world where the sun is no longer visible, blocked by ash covered skies, there exist an orphanage ran by a young girl. She took it upon herself as the oldest of the bunch to take care of her little siblings after all the adults had perished. During a certain hunting routine, she had the misfo...

Have you ever met a ghost? What is a ghost anyway? This is a story about various people that meets them. They're not a ghost to be precise, but those who still lingers in this world with an attachment to this world, to this certain airport. Trapped between the afterlife and the mortal world, will...

18+ Betrayed by his family. Tortured by the one he loved. Transformed into something not quite human. Isutama Yuta never asked to become a god... but now that he has, the world will burn. A twisted tale of pain, power, immortality-and the cruel cost of remembering what it means to feel. [Hor...

A man, most likely a businessman up in travel. He seem to be well off in life. Checked into a hotel for the night, however he seems to be plague by something, was it a gag played by the keeper, or was it a haunting, or even if it was just a hallucination? It is up to your interpretation.

What will it take to see Yachiko's eyes? Cover by happylilclouds! Go read her story too!

A short story spin-off from "Into the Night" by YOASOBI and "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. A story about sleep paralysis and the manifestation of someone who doesn't follow the gods.

What would happen if the God of Death, while performing his ordinary duties, found someone immune to his tricks? Beware the twisted consequences of this grim encounter, brought upon by fate, that entangled their stories together.

The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...

The feeling has no name. It reaches out to anyone who has lost someone, parting the close and empty dark—a hand on their shoulder, a whisper in their ear, and that’s how they know that they’re not alone anymore.

I wanted to live, to see you again.