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In the end, she discovered how thoroughly she had destroyed her own.… In October 2026, at a private university in Tokyo, twenty-year-old Ayaka Fujimoto had developed a reputation for being sweet, quiet, and almost impossibly devoted to the people she loved. Beneath that carefully maintained exterior, however, lived a resentment so intense that even minor disappointments could remain in her mind for months. Ayaka believed that the world was governed by invisible forces. When someone wronged her, she wrote their name on scraps of paper, folded them into tiny squares, and hid them inside the pages of an old book of supernatural rituals she had inherited from her grandmother. Sometimes she visited a small shrine after midnight, whispering prayers for divine justice. Other times, she consulted anonymous fortune-tellers online, searching for signs that the universe would eventually punish those who had hurt her. She never thought of herself as a cruel person. In her ...

But for the adults who had spent that morning searching, normality would never again seem quite so effortless.… ​ On a clear Thursday morning in October 2026, eight-year-old Sota Nakamura stood in the entrance of his family’s apartment in Yokohama, slipping his feet into a pair of sneakers that were beginning to come apart at the toes. “I’m going to school!” he called. His mother, Yuko, was standing in the kitchen, packing the last rice ball into his lunchbox. She heard the familiar clatter of the front door and answered automatically. “Watch out for bicycles. And don’t forget your homework folder!” “Okay!” The door slammed. It was an ordinary exchange, so ordinary that neither of them would remember the exact words later. What Yuko would remember was the smell of toasted seaweed, the half-empty cup of coffee on the counter, and the fact that she had not looked up from her lunchbox when her son left. Sota did not go to school. At ...