One Week Later.
Cases similar to Sera Natsume's began surfacing across District 2 and 5—teenagers found muttering in their sleep, ink-stained letters, and fragments of twisted dream journals. All carried the same seal:
. Red Triangle Stamp — no ink, just blood.
The Agency was on high alert.
Briefing Room. Midnight.
Ishigami clicked through slides on the monitor. "The Crimson Letter cases are connected. But not random."
Slide 1: Victims — all students. Ages 15–17.
Slide 2: All received the same blood-sealed letter.
Slide 3: All dreamt of an entity who called itself: "The Draftmaster."
Airi leaned in. "Then that's who we're after?"
Hiragi was silent. His eyes fixed on a final slide—
A page scanned from an old manuscript:
"Project Draftmaster – REDACTED – Dream Coding Weaponization, Void-Level."
☁️ Flashback Fragment – [REDACTED FACILITY X]
"You're telling me he could write reality?"
"Not write. Rewrite. He uses dreams like code."
"Who gave him access to the Silent Blood Protocol?"
"No one. He wrote it himself."
Back in the present.
A knock.
Airi opened the door.
Standing there—shivering, clutching a letter—was a new client.
A boy with heterochromia, one eye dull gray, the other glowing faint violet.
He held out the envelope.
"He told me… to give this to the Void Slayer."
Hiragi took the envelope. No name. No address. No seal.
Only one word written in impossible ink:
"HELLO."
THE LETTER (READ-ONLY)
"Dear Hiragi.
This is not a threat. This is a challenge."
"I write dreams. I erase lives. And you? You interrupt art."
"Let's see how well you do… when the dream is yours."
- Author Unknown
P.S. Don't fall asleep next Friday."
The room chilled.
Hiragi stared at the letter as it dissolved in his hand—turning to ash that whispered as it vanished.
"We're being baited," Ishigami said.
"He wants us to chase him."
"No," Hiragi replied.
"He wants me… to fall."
🔍 Clue Thread Update The Draftmaster: An entity who manipulates dreams using Void-infused writing. Possibly an ex-research subject. Possibly not human anymore. Victims all have narrative patterns, as if they're characters being edited. 🕯️ A new ritual appeared: a Writing Circle found burned into victim's floors—marked with numbers, and quill symbols. Something big is coming on Friday, 3:33 AM. Closing Scene
Later that night, Hiragi sat alone in his room.
He glanced at his journal. Then at the mirror.
But this time, the mirror wasn't reflecting him.
It showed… his room—but in ink.
He saw himself asleep.
And in the dream version—
someone else was writing in his journal.
Wearing a mask.
Wearing his face.