“Ah…” Shion’s eyes snapped open wide under the covers! Right before her, impossibly close, was Canon’s face! How… how did he get into the room? How did he get under the covers? He… Shion’s gaze traveled down his face and she saw, horrifyingly… only his head! The severed neck stump was oozing blood onto the sheets! “Ahhhhhhh—” Shion screamed, throwing …

Canon wasn’t particularly smiley or talkative. He often sat in the tea room sipping tea while reading sociology books, a state rather similar to her father’s now. When Shion went to refill his teapot, she would take the chance to observe him. His features were gentle and refined, nothing like the policemen; his face, especially in profile, was exceedingly handsome. …

Long, long ago, at the edge of a village lush with trees and blooming flowers, stood a vast estate. The Strett family resided there. The estate’s border was a sea of trees like a labyrinthine garden; at its center stood a grand, castle-like mansion, four stories high including the attic. The inheritance left by their ancestors, combined with the land …