A certain investigator wonders the mystery of the constant suicide of the men within his city. He has suspicions but can't believe it until her alluring presence catches him.
You cross your wrists for attention. But if you want results, you open the veins down their lengths.
If life is the place with colors and fun. And depression is an all-engulfing pitch-black swamp. Then... what about me?
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 boy never understood the ruckus about the Thanatos', nor the Eros'. Until he saw a girl ruled by Thanatos. Everything felt alright, until he realized something; They fell through the night, holding each other's hand.
"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?"