Fyodor has won. In a world where abilities no longer exist, Dazai is the only guest Fyodor keeps in his glass palace. Isolated and stripped of his memories, Dazai tries to piece together who he used to be. Why does the world outside feel so lifeless? And why do the people keep demanding the return of something Dazai doesn't remember losing? Unbeknownst to him, his former comrades are either dead or scattered-while the key to everything lies buried deep within himself. cover art is by pigon_51

❝ How do I know you're not going to lace it with poison? Is that how you kill your victims?" "Why would I kill someone by poison and then eat them? That sounds awfully counterproductive." "So you do eat them!❞ ••• where ranpo tries to solve the serial killings in a small town near yokohama. available on ao3 as "golden hour" ••• highest rankings: #1 in bram - 10/10/23