We're always alone, aren't we? No one needs me right? No one cares about me right? It has always been like this from my ostracised childhood where I didn't belong in the chaotic orchestra that was school, all the way till now as a lowly unappreciated employee. Until I met her...

On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

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.

In their darkest of nights, two broken souls made a promise. Intoxicated by love and fueled from the conviction to escape the cruelty of their world, they decide to run away together. Just one week, a fleeting farewell to the day before—then they leave their past behind forever to awaken beneath ...

Although she knows about her families curse, she doesn't accept her faith of death. As she tries to hide from the god of death and locks herself at home, she starts playing a new horror game which unveils many unpleasant surprises.

The scene of her sisters death kept repeating in her dreams over and over again. Consumed by her grief, she follows her dreams instructions and soon realizes her true desires.

Everyone with the privilege of aging shall eventually have to deal with the consequences of time. He is one of the un/lucky few.

"Please don’t leave." "If you leave, I’d be so lonely." I felt as if a surge of water rushed in, filling my nostrils, mouth and lungs, preventing me from continuing with this. "What are you searching for?" ... August 15th. On this hot muggy day, a young man joins hand with his Thanatos, e...

The ongoing paradox of life is that the worst parts of life and ourselves drive us to death, and that in order to pursue life we must love ourself including the worst parts. One man has an encounter with Love, Suffering and Death.