Charon, a name belongs to the one who guide the souls of dead to their destination, the underworld. Thanatos, a name that belongs to the god of death. Would a boy with both roles save a girl who was in despair or guide her to the path he never belonged to?

The day has come, the building shall be open to all! An architect finalizes his work, as his lover sings her final song.

A night where a long-time wish gets granted... or not? This wish, belonging to a girl who doesn't yearn for a bright future, but for a beautiful demise. A girl who smiles at nothing but only at the prospect of death. This girl I know, entertaining various scenarios of suicide, finally decides...

A sweet song filled the air as the wheels of the train clattered along the track, quickly approaching the station. Her wrists were itchy and sore from her past attempt. Yet that sweet song still hung in the air around her, beckoning her closer to the edge as a green-eyed stranger watched from the...

"If by any chance we meet again—and we might not—but if we do and we still have feelings for each other, can you promise me something?"

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

A spin-off story based on YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" and the story "An Invitation from Thanatos" by Mayo Hoshino. For the YOASOBI X HONEYFEED contest 2023. A young man named Ethan, haunted by his mother's death, becomes obsessed with the concept of death and the afterlife. When he ...

Standing by the tracks of a train, a boy takes a step towards the other side. But life has more in store for him than he could ever know.

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

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.