-eng- The Shell Part Iii- Paradiso -v1.0.0h- ★ Confirmed

His own reflection. But not his. The Shell’s Reiji. The one who had chosen to stay in the drowning manor, to hold Toko’s hand as the water rose, to become a ghost in a memory that had no end.

Reiji called it the truth. Toko’s room was white in the way a grave is white. White sheets, white walls, the white hum of a fluorescent light that never turned off because she had stopped asking for night. Reiji visited every third day—the train from the city took four hours, and he spent them reading old case files that no one else would touch. Missing persons who had been found with their mouths sewn shut by no thread. Children who drew the same symbol before vanishing: a spiral that devoured its own tail. -ENG- The Shell Part III- Paradiso -V1.0.0H-

He turned to face the mirrors—all of them, infinite, spiraling. His own reflection