That day is October 10th.
Edo is still filled with persistent fog, as if it has never seen its sun.
Then I heard the black-haired young man sitting in the passenger seat seem to be saying something softly.
It seems to be a name.
It happened to be a red light at this time, so I turned my head and saw that his brows were frowning more than usual, as if he was having a nightmare.
——Gintoki.
A faint sound like the cry of a drowning man.
I really don't remember whose death anniversary that day seems to be.
——Oh, this is a repetitive and cumbersome sentence.
I may know everything. About that story, including history.
[Semi-empty]
[Complete]
[Tou Yin Xiang Yin Conflicts]
[Half-resistance setting]
Lost Paradise