The Wind Is Too Gentle

Blurb: Back then, they went undercover in a cult. In a little room at the back entrance, he said, "Those people were blinded by the cult's lies because they had a weakness. Illness, greed, love, hate, anger, and obsession are all weaknesses. But you're different. You have no weaknesses." Her eyes gleamed in the darkness. "You're just like me." He was silent for a long moment, then said, "No. I do have a weakness. My weakness is you." * Music shop owner x aspiring investigative reporter * All names of people, places, and organizations are made up. Any resemblance is unintentional, so please don't read anything into it. Theme: