The silver Mazda Capella pulled up on the street next to Kawarajima park at 11:07. It came as a shock to Nagora Ibuse, rolling down his tinted passenger window, to see nothing out of ordinary. His dispatch hadn’t told him when the incident first began, but he’d originally received the call ten minutes later. He’d…

It took Ibuse a second to realise that something had, in fact, changed. After another flash of white, he found himself humming along the highway once again, at exactly the same point he’d departed. He recognised the overhead distance markers, and the positions of the higher-rise buildings in the distance. His sacred intrusion of his…

The distortion in Kawarajima only grew worse. The strikes of the lightning and the blinding white rifts only became more frequent. Stone ground against stone, and stone split further stone; boulder-sized clumps of earth were jettisoned across the sky by those wild, arcing currents of psychic energy. Many Rejected remained, dotted all around the archipelago.…

Nagora Ibuse hadn’t known what to expect when he passed beyond the light and in between those golden sliding doors. In that final instant, his mind was flooded with panicked thoughts, paralytic what-ifs. A stone of resolve formed in the detective’s gut, and he clung diligently onto the only advice he could trust—Toshina’s—and stayed his…

Choice was a difficult matter, lamented Nagora Ibuse. Sometimes, it felt as though he had no choice at all. The sight of his dear, heartbroken Sacchan lay seared into the backs of his eyes. What would have happened had he ignored his summons, and followed through on his promise of piano practice? He dreaded to…

“You’d better show me a good time, Harigane.” Thunder rolled through the darkened sky, the distortion rooted in Chiba’s Kawarajima Park. Meguru Yoha stood in the centre of a psychic singularity. The man held one hand in front of his face; he stretched out his other arm, the palm facing away. Both hands had their…

Juusei Kanon had wondered why Kinuka Amibari had decided to help, what she could possibly want, what she possibly had to gain. Now, she understood. Kinuka truly wanted to help. That was why she had proposed the shopping trip. That was why she had offered to carry all the bags. That was why she had…

On the first night of her freedom, Juusei Kanon had been made an enemy of sleep. Restless at the best of times, the girl had spent hours turning every which way without success, only to end up staring, unblinking, at the ceiling. The four walls around her were comforting, but she felt enclosed. Sealed. Granny…