It was a rumor. A simple baseless rumor. About a mysterious gachapon. On a cold winter night, Kazuaki Sakamoto, a second-year high school student, was on his way back home after a night shift at his local convenience store. It was then that he encountered, a mysterious gachapon.

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?

What is time, but a series of events to unfold, rewind, slow down, speed up or divide? If it can be measured what is its weight; if infinite then nothing. To businessmen, time is money, to the philosopher a river; and in life of humankind, brief; but moments last forever. It’s true that hum...

A fateful trip to a roof leads to more than a Thanatos. It's the first step to becoming one and falling in love.

the world is disappearing. the future has always taken it away from us. you and i both know that. but now? 'Rivers' flow, the lights that replace the world with days that are far yet-to-come. the only word for it is 'disaster', and yet, the present slips away so peacefully. so painfully...

In a world where mirrors served as gateways to hidden realms, sixteen-year-old Angelo yearned for something beyond his mundane existence. Plagued by doubts and longing for adventure, he stood before his bathroom mirror, searching for the beauty his lola once claimed resided within him. But on...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

I don't remember the last time I saw sunlight. I remember times basket in golden light. But I don't know which one was the last. I don't remember the last time I ate red meat either, bread too. The squealing of gulls, metal scratching against metal, toddlers screaming, I thought I hated th...

It was the aura of being unloved that attracted the Snatchers. The Chrono-dimensional Algorithmic Gatekeeper Engine (C.A.G.E) was supposed to protect us from them in the orphanage, but of course, everyone knew it wasn't perfect. That's why I stayed by myself, following the rules to stay shieled.

They call me an omen. A warning. A monster. They don’t know the truth. Point Pleasant is my city, and I protect it. I watch from the rooftops, red eyes glowing in the night, waiting for the next disaster to strike. But no matter how many people I save, they still fear me. And now he's ba...