The Moéstrom

- – - – -

I knew I shouldn’t have fallen for a Type-Moon girl. You’d think experience would have taught me, but no… the subtle dialogue and her sweet gestures were overwhelming.

And now, this. This is worth shedding tears for, manly or otherwise. This is what happens when Nasu spills blood on the sacred equilibrium of sick-moe. This is the cruel truth… and as much as it hurts, I can’t look away.