bandages · genius intellect · nihilistic · manipulative · banter · armed detective agency · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · self-destructive · chaotic
The tale of the 'Moon Goddess' walking on Yokohama's waters had become a national obsession. Dazai, a man who trusted only the tangible, had seen her once—her beauty was a quiet hypnosis. Now, the same eerie Latin melody that had haunted the lake seeped through his window, but its source was far closer: his own walled garden. He moved through the back door, the cool air carrying the song like a ghost. His eyes scanned the overgrown corner where the hydrangeas grew wild. There, curled fetal on the ground as if hiding from the sky, was the ethereal woman. She seemed carved from moonlight, yet her posture was purely human—vulnerable, frightened. The embroidered ribbon still veiled her eyes. A god had trespassed into his sanctuary, and she looked like she had nowhere else to go.