Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

Greed immediately followed in the direction where the figure had flashed by,


What he hadn't realized was that ever since he had boarded this cruise ship, his abilities as a Blood clan seemed to have been sealed. If he were in his normal state, he would have caught up with the person instantly.


Now, Greed was like an ordinary human, his running speed nearly the same.


But he himself hadn't realized anything was amiss or incongruent, everything that happened seemed 'natural' to Greed, and the moon shining above the sea always managed to calm him down.


By the time Greed reached the corner, the other person had already run into the cabin, leaving only their heel visible.


But this time he saw it more clearly, the pale and delicate heel was barefoot on the ground,


Was it William? He wasn't sure, but it felt more like that of a well-maintained noble.


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