Gotanda swung by at either-forty. He was wearing a perfectly ordinary gray V-neck sweater over a perfectly ordinary blue button-down shirt with- you got it - perfectly ordinary cotton slacks. And still he looked striking. Extraordinarily so.

“Hasta entonces había concebido la muerte como una existencia independiente, sep…”

“Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated.…”

“Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier o…”

“Hey Kizuki, I thought, you're not missing a damn thing. This world is a piece o…”