A serial web novel

Weekend The air in Karasu’s office was a toxic mix of stale smoke and seething, unspoken rage. He hadn’t slept properly for days. The ghost of the SD with her avatar, moaning, pleading, adoring; played on…

Confrontation Later, in the silence of Takumi’s private office, the ice cracked. They had barely entered the room, before Rei spoke. “Can you tell me exactly what,” her voice impossibly calm, “was in that Synapse…

Promoting Eidolon The room was a theater of modern opulence, designed for maximum impact. The air in the vast showroom was a suffocating mix of expensive perfume, chilled champagne, and the low, electric hum of…

The Chip The back office of the Den was usually a place of clandestine deals; credits for secrets, threats for compliance. Tonight, the air swirled with a new kind of dirt. Karasu sat in his…

Takumi seemed somewhat placated, for the moment. The immediate threat momentarily banked. But as he sipped his wine, his eyes never leaving hers, Rei knew he was still plotting. He had accepted her narrative because…

Priorities The silence that followed Takumi’s intimidation was thick enough to slice with one of the restaurant’s silver dessert knives. The threat was a promise to buy Rei out, to erase Karasu from the equation…