Why would a woman die?
Why didn't she disappear after she died?
She sat on the ceiling fan watching TV every day, and solemnly declared:
"I am Gojo Satoru's woman."
What is that supposed to mean???
When they met again, she was dressed in a sharp suit, her expression utterly cool.
"Mr. Gojo, please behave yourself."
...What was that about?
For the first time in his life -
No, the second time.
Gojo-kun found himself caught between two impossible choices.
This will be a cozy, happy story after the heartbreaking tale in my last book: the tangled relationship between a rich genius young master and a woman (a female ghost) in a little, everyday sorcery world. It's as simple as that.
Currently being written, expected to start in January.
Isn't it wrong to lock someone up?
Why does he always look at me like that?
You seem pretty sunny, sir, but your behavior doesn't exactly match. Could there be some kind of misunderstanding?
"Your name is Rie. You're 21 years old."
Fine. Twenty-one-year-old Rie has lots of questions, but she doesn't dare ask a single one.
The man may be handsome and always smiling, but he doesn't seem like someone to mess with.
"Ah, this is the only way, isn't it?" he said casually.
"Will we meet again?" she asked, sitting on the chandelier.
The young man's eyes stretched like the sky, his gaze utterly certain. "I'm the strongest. I can do anything."
Sometimes to love someone, you gotta be a stranger - Blade Runner 2049, Denis Villeneuve
Theme: Love helps you find your way home
