When he was sixteen, An Ran stabbed someone.
Later that person came back.
Later more people came back.
They say: You are my sounding board.
They say: You need me.
An Ran didn't quite understand what these people were talking about. She only knew that every time she stayed with them, something more would come out of her body.
Like seeds.
Like a wound.
Like——
She looked down at her hands. There was nothing on them.
But she could feel something moving inside.
An Ran has special qualities. The Celestial Dragons who meet her are as obsessed with her as if they had taken a love potion.
Concept: The story of a little transparent boy in an orphanage saving himself