Pure Harem - Paranormalia -prologue- By Cyansun — Full Version

Silence. Then, a sound like a wet leaf being dragged across stone. From the darkness of the hallway, a shape emerged. It was a girl. Pale, with eyes the color of old honey, wearing a tattered school uniform that looked a hundred years out of date. Her feet didn't quite touch the floor.

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."

It had worked for seventeen years.

He woke with a gasp, hand pressed to his sternum. It felt… warm.

"Hello?" he called out, his voice cracking in a way he'd hoped was behind him. Pure Harem - Paranormalia -Prologue- By Cyansun

And, against every instinct he possessed, he was a little bit curious about what came next.

He folded the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope, and dropped it into the trash. He finished making his ramen, ate it while watching a mindless game show, and went to bed. Silence

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.

"Nope."

The shadows in the hallway stepped forward.

She drifted closer, close enough that he could see the faint stitching that ran along her jawline, as if her face had been carefully, lovingly sewn on. It was a girl