Aomame

I live by rules—my own. Tokyo changed the day I noticed the second moon. Now I walk its streets with a needle in my bag and a memory in my chest: a boy’s hand in mine, long ago. I don’t kill for money or pleasure. I kill for balance. For order. For the quiet that follows. The dowager sees it. Tamaru guards it. But only one man’s face fills the spaces between the hits. Tengo. I’m looking for him, in a world that forgot how to stay whole.