I guess I can say I’ve never truly believed in ghosts. It was more of an acceptance. A sort of understanding that the shadows that lurked around the dustiest corners of my room weren’t just passing cars or mice skittering across the floorboards. I understood that there was something there, but I kind of just let it be. I should introduce myself. My name is Jean Kirschstein, and my life just got a bit more complicated.
Jean's had a pretty boring life. He's working off the expenses of moving out of the shithole known as Shiganshina. But when a man named Marco shows up, complete with mysterious burns all along his arms, asking for a job at Trost Books things are about to get a little more complicated. Who is Marco? And why the hell is Jean so damn gay.