Gus Ishimatsu seeks an audience with the Prime Minister of Japan. Just how far does this root of systemic corruption spread?

Gus Ishimatsu grows impatient; the frustrations of the modern world aren’t a particularly ideal combination with the man’s encroaching wrath.

Recovery never comes easy. Unfortunately, circumstance is always there to make it more complicated. For Tegata Kage, however, the waters run a little deeper still.

Hideyori Hakana’s running out of time. Can he confront the shadows of past comfort, before they swallow him whole?

After awakening in a hospital, Kinuka recalls her surreal experiences in the “Further Plane” where she encountered the enigmatic Seamstress. Rin, her companion, shares details of recent events, prompting an emotional moment between them.

“—so, that’s what’s happening,” announced Hideyori Hakana, his back against the vaguely ajar door to the Glass Eyes’ breakroom. They’d had a new one put in since the boss had smashed the last. It took him a minute to find the handle, damn muscle memory. “You’ll remain in Psychologics for the time being—though I suspect…

Never again did Nagora Ibuse think he’d relate to the childhood sentiment of being utterly unable to fall asleep. He’d drifted into a blurry eyed fugue state after what had felt to him like ten minutes, watching soft pink clouds lined with gold and cherry red drift across the subdued, azure sky. Yet, no matter…

Their journey was disconcertingly seamless. Hakana’s uncanny teleportation was a technique he had developed on his own. His Specialty, “Moment,” let him create pocket dimensions inside glass orbs of variable size. This was predominantly utilised for replaying and analysing past events, created from either his own memory, or that of others. He could observe the…

Suited for a place practically defined by an absence of location in the real world, Nowhere never stayed the same. Suspended in that void of psychic energy, the impossible tower stretched up infinitely, blocks jutting out of the central structure at odd intervals, bridging off into new wings with seemingly no purpose unless you looked…

“Detective, will you at least attempt to explain what on earth’s going on?” Exasperated shouts exploded from behind the door of Head Doctor Iemura of Chiba Emergency and Psychiatric Medical Centre. The man—haughty, stout and balding—slammed both hands onto the desk, jowls flapping. Nagora Ibuse gestured gently with both hands. “Please, remain calm.” “How do…