Category: Chapter 18

  • 6 — Gossip Girl

    In a desperate attempt to create some order in the infinity of the Dreamscape’s library, Niko has gathered some tomes on topics that seem worth leafing through — if she ever finds the time — and taken them off their shelves, carrying them to the central atrium as she chatters on. Niko: … and everyone…

  • 5 — No Rhyme or Reason

    In the Newspaper clubroom, Koharu and Yosuke are leaning over a large map of the city, folded out to cover various desks they hastily pushed together. On the map, several locations have been marked with thick crosses in black ink, each accompanied by a date. With a sigh, Koharu marks another seemingly random intersection with…

  • 4 — Paradise Found

    The first Sunday in February arrives like any other. New Eden had been quiet in the time after Tomomi’s attempted coup, but today, she was quiet and attentive. Ayumi had surprised everyone, including Yui, by stepping up to the degree that she had. Today, she was helping Tomomi understand some of the minutiae of Yui’s…

  • 3 — Coming Out

    Yosuke’s eyes widen when she grabs the collar of his disheveled jacket and presses her lips onto his — again. He thanks whoever wanted to listen for the fact that he is sitting down, as he senses his knees going weak under her weight. Straddled onto his lap, her gaze pierces a hole straight through…

  • 2 — Speak Ill of the Dead

    The Smile — Yui had opinions on the name, and it wasn’t finalized, but she would bite her tongue when pressed — was coming along. Renovations left the place looking something closer to a proper club now. Workers were busy coming and going, fixing things here and there, but the bar was more or less…

  • 1 — Family Fued

    The train at sunrise comes out of a tunnel that marks an unofficial barrier between Kiwako Kobayashi’s wish and the rest of civilization. The parting was tense, of course, but for once, Kiwako’s demeanor was a blessing, rather than an annoyance. Still, coming out of the tunnel came with a sense of longing, the pull…