To Stop Sleeping, the Mysterious One Took on a Secret Identity

The world ascended to a higher plane. One day, beings known as the Mysterious awakened from their slumber, and so the organization [Library] came into being. The beauty of sin, White Night Walk, smiles at passersby in broad daylight; The Dancing Girl dances wildly in the ballroom; The Human Chair smiles coldly behind the criminal; The Grass and Trees of the Human World awaken nature and love in the city; The Song of Everlasting Regret makes up for past mistakes; Bring in the Wine drinks and sings to its heart's content; The Dreamlike Song watches over the world from within dreams; The Human Comedy stages the joys and sorrows of life. The rookie police officer couldn't understand what was happening before his eyes. "How did things end up like this?" "Because I love her." "Why do you love her?" "She's the ghost of a rainy night, the rose of the dark, the dew of the morning." The man, lost in a hopeless love, grinned. "She's so beautiful. How could I not love her?" "How could you not love her?!" A man in a black coat sat backward on a chair. His chin rested on the backrest, his hat hiding his face. Only his upturned lips were visible. "It was you, wasn't it?" The disciple of Sherlock Holmes sounded more certain than ever. "You killed him, didn't you?" "Hmm, you've improved. As expected of my student." The red-clad dancer smiled charmingly, her eyes and brows alluring, though her casual tone gave the impression that she couldn't care less. "Mr. Nakahara." She wrapped her arms around the man's stiff arm and leaned close to his ear, breathing against it suggestively. "What are you going to do with me?" "I hate this place." The girl frowned at the dust and smoke outside. Her jade-green eyes shimmered like fireflies on a summer night. Even her displeasure could soften anyone's heart. No one could hate the breeze. No one could hate the world they called home. And the girl was like the whole world. "Tan-kun, Tan-kun." His new friend never tired of trying to drag him into the water. Tan Ijuu sighed helplessly. "Dazai, I can swim." "What does that matter? It's always the people who can swim who drown." 1. All the secret identities are the protagonist's abilities. They're all one person, with multiple identities. Theme: Books carry knowledge, and knowledge gives rise to thought and life