"Running leads but to a ceaseless chase," the boy's hushed tones as he advanced with an enigmatic calm.

How did destiny thread this path? Feet, wearied and pained under the moon's haunting luminescence, found refuge in a cul-de-sac's bleak embrace.

The Port Mafia, its dealings a grotesque tale. And yet, fleeing from the executive, Osamu Dazai, you find yourself ensnared in this sinister alley.

Who could foretell that life with an ability would weave the strands of your undoing?