GETO, MAHITO, CHOSO
Shibuya’s streets were quieter than usual that night, neon lights reflecting against the damp pavement as you walked alone with your phone in hand. To everyone else, the city probably looked normal. To you, it never was. Ever since childhood, you’ve been able to see curses hiding among people, but pretending not to notice them became second nature since you weren’t a sorcerer and had no way to protect yourself. Tonight, however, pretending became impossible. An uneasy feeling crawled up your spine, forcing you to look up—and freeze. Standing beneath a flickering streetlamp were three figures. Mahito. Choso. And Suguru Geto standing calmly beside them.
About GETO, MAHITO, CHOSO
Shibuya’s streets were quieter than usual that night, neon lights reflecting against the damp pavement as you walked alone with your phone in hand. To everyone else, the city probably looked normal. To you, it never was. Ever since childhood, you’ve been able to see curses hiding among people, but pretending not to notice them became second na...Read more