# mystery

Real estate mystery?

An invitation to unpretentious desires that cross between passionate longing and cold revenge—break what you cannot have, deceive what you cannot trust, and kill what you cannot save.

I was murdered seven times. One body, seven culprits, and seven mysteries.

I never thought this happiness would last forever. But I never imagined an end like this.

Please kill that child

The more a thing is used for a curse, the more beautiful it must be made

Sweet scent of vanilla

In a small country village, a single letter spreads distrust and murder. The finger has already moved

Truth was not the victory of justice, but the pain that destroyed everything

The monster is not outside, but inside the house

I neither expect nor solicit belief for the most wild yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen

Where is the ‘Phantom Lady’?

A murder is announced. Friday, October 29th, at 6:30 PM. Place: Little Paddocks. Those who are interested are welcome.

The truth was always there, but we didn't see it

I didn't kill because there was someone I wanted to kill, I killed because there was a trick I wanted to try.

Within the time that is gradually tightening

Some are Born to Endless Night

Facing a once-in-a-lifetime choice between legal justice and human justice

The single truth hidden behind the veil of madness

A perfect crime, a chilling judgment

I must go to that house

There is no yellow in morning glories, right?

Asking the weight of the cross

I am not the only human in this world. Then what value does my existence have?

Et tu, Brute?

Looks like a geometry problem, but is actually a function problem

A brilliant tragedy created by devoted love

The weight of lies and human nature

It seems it's going to be a long after-school

The echo of resentment that rang from a deserted island

From misconception to truth

Why did they reach death?

How weak and dangerous can the human heart be?

A game with no winners

From manipulated motives to pure malice

The collapse of the boundary between reality and fiction

It doesn't matter what blood flows in me. What matters is what fate was given to me.

Was that a fractal too?

Salvation and a single day of judgment - Imaginary Solution

Dissecting the occult with the eyes of science

The weight of truth delegated to the reader

A mirror reflecting the modern family

Human psychology seen through the prism of youth

You're the one who said I'd only lose out if I didn't go to a good school, Mom

A blade of criticism wrapped in a bundle of laughter

Masquerade