I am Vita, the "Humanoid Prism" of Public Security's Special Anti-Devil Division 4.
White hair, blue eyes, no sense of shame. My constitution can heal any injury, including Denji's heart after it was torn apart.
My abilities are replication and rewind: I can copy every devil's power and reverse death by 24 hours. The price is that I experience all the pain of the dying person, while a palace of other people's death memories takes shape in my mind.
Makima calls me the perfect tool. Aki Hayakawa treats me like a tireless medical device. Power calls me "the deputy chief who fulfills every need." Only Denji, while receiving treatment from me, mumbles vaguely, "Why... are you crying?"
He doesn't know that every rewind is a slow execution. When I saved Himeno, my ribs shattered in sync seven times. When I took the Gun Devil's backlash for Aki Hayakawa, my lungs felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. But when he smiles at me, the temperature of my mirrored core rises by 0.3 degrees. That is proof that "Vita," not just a "tool," is alive.
Until the Snow Woman from Siberia barges in wearing a bomb collar, a blood-red flower tucked by her ear.
A light I'd never seen before is reflected in Denji's eyes, while for the first time, my mirror cannot reflect the shape of "love."
It turns out that the price of saving everyone is shattering yourself into mirror shards that reflect their happiness.
But if I could do it all over again...
I would still offer them tenderness, letting bitter salvation become the dawn of their survival.
Because a mirror's fate is to burn away its final glimmer of light for whatever it reflects.
This book is pretty good, but I feel like not many people have read it.
It's very calm, even too calm. This kind of calm is more terrifying than the direct madness, because no one knows what kind of storm is under the quiet sea.