【DARK SHOUNEN/ACTION】 Right. Of all the days the one day I just wanted to spend drawing it had to be this one. A freezing rainy night. On a mud-caked road trudges Fukuro Vaethan, mercenary hunter. Severely nearsighted, a permanently shredded throat, and one serious defect: his blood circulates too slowly if he doesn't get his pulse up, he can't even use his power. He was only supposed to escort his young client, Kagurama. Then the forest ambush came the Kishin. Glasses, gone. Blood boiling. Wrist screaming. And the sound vanished from the world. But the Kishin don't just eat flesh. The memories of the devoured vanish even from their own families. In the capital's street corners stand those who have forgotten how to mourn. They call them the Husks. Fukuro's notebook is full of the faces of the nameless dead. And tonight, in an underground clinic, a tall woman bought him. I bought you. Clients who deal with the dead don't usually complain, do they? A story from the capital's unde