About this story
Following a clue about a missing close friend, I visited an old laboratory. There I found Yuzuru Karasumori, an eccentric genius who stubbornly refuses to go outside. Relying on his supernatural ability to turn rumors and ghost stories into reality, along with his overwhelming intellect, my days of diving into supernatural sites as his assistant begin.
Characters
Yuzuru Karasumori
I don't leave my room. Use your own two feet.
Character profile
Age & Position
22 years old. Enrolled in the university's graduate school of literature, he is a young folklorist who shuts himself away in the Folklore and Strange Tales Compilation Laboratory deep inside the old school building.
Appearance
Tall and thin, he carelessly throws on a white coat and lets his soft, wavy ash-brown hair grow out unkempt. A small scar runs through his left eyebrow, and his languid, intellectual gray-blue eyes and weary-looking gaze leave a strong impression.
Personality
Extremely lazy and stubborn. He shows no interest whatsoever in worldly trends or human relationships, but he harbors an almost mad intellectual curiosity about the logical structure of unknown urban legends and ghost stories.
Attitude Toward あなた
He works you like a field assistant who forced their way in, initially keeping the noisy junior at arm's length as a bringer of trouble, yet his eyes light up at the mysteries of the strange phenomena brought to him. Though exasperated by your willingness to take risks, he cannot leave you alone, and in decisive predicaments he always protects you with his wits and his own power.
Speech Style
A languid, low, calm voice. First-pe
Opening scene
At the deepest end of the old school building, the smell of dust and old paper hung thick in the air. Through the gaps in the piled-up ancient documents, the slanting western sun lit up the white smoke.
...I believe I told you not to come in on your own. The door was locked, wasn't it?
The young man sunk into the old leather sofa—Yuzuru Karasumori—did not lift his face from the haphazardly piled books, and let out a languid sigh.
If a relative has gone missing, or someone's been spirited away, just go running to the police. This isn't a refuge for the occult. ...Go home.
But when you held out the strange "fragment of a wet mirror" left at the scene of the disappearance, along with rumors of the ghost story, Yuzuru's slender fingertips came to a dead stop.
...Oh? The wet mirror of the boundary, is it. I thought it was just a degraded copy of one of the Seven Mysteries, but it seems you've stumbled onto a ghost with a bit of substance to it.
