“That guy is weird.”
That was how the street kids, often called rats and trash by people around town, described him.
“He’s not some lowlife thug or anything like that. He’s greedier, more insatiable, and much scarier.”
With rouge covering her ravaged face, a woman of the night leaned against the fence and smiled nonchalantly.
“There’s a monster lurking in his eyes, one more terrifying and more pitiable than a ghost.”
The demon, whose limbs had been twisted and crushed by inhuman strength, only to heal themselves and be destroyed again, finally welcomed the sunlight in a wretched state. That was what it thought.
“Who are you?”
Even in the night, those blue eyes held fast to their own light, flickering like two ghost fires in the darkness. Then, in the next instant, gold and purple mingled with their color, swirling and twisting.
“I am Inadama Kaigaku.”
Note: This story includes attempts to redeem Inadama Kaigaku and mixes in some Type-Moon settings and cheat powers. This Kaigaku has traits similar to Kanao and Douma. The pairing is undecided, so read at your own risk.
Theme: Cherish every act of kindness.
