The front door of his apartment—a door he distinctly remembered locking—swung open by itself.
This time, it was open. And sitting beside it was a small, ornate key made of what looked like polished bone. It hummed faintly when he touched it, a low vibration that traveled up his arm and settled behind his ribs.
One smelled of lightning and old libraries. The other, of roses and rust. Pure Harem - Paranormalia -Prologue- By Cyansun
Until the letter arrived.
Kaito Mori had a simple philosophy: avoid the strange, ignore the weird, and never, ever make eye contact with the girl who talked to the vending machine. The front door of his apartment—a door he
"Also," she added, "your ramen is getting cold."
He opened it with a butter knife.
He lived in a perfectly normal apartment, in a perfectly normal city, attending a perfectly normal high school. The only anomaly in his life was his late grandmother, who had filled his childhood with stories of yokai , ayakashi , and "invisible threads" that bound the world together. He’d loved those stories as a child. As a teenager, he’d filed them under "quaint delusions."