Rain and the Broken Clock — The Time That Stopped for Cherry

In Ameiro City, where rain falls more than half the year and no umbrella ever keeps the damp away, an old legend lingers in the wet alleys: a name that is spoken feeds on memory—and a name left unspoken is devoured by something else entirely. Kuroki Kurenai knows this better than anyone. Twenty years old and shut away in a single room for three years, she has not worked, has barely gone outside, and has stopped calling anyone by name—because the moment her own name is spoken, she feels somethin