When Shougo Mikadono woke, he was strapped to a cross. The sky was blood red, cloudless, and the horizon curved in an odd way so that it seemed to close in on him. Shougo tried to move, but his hands were nailed to the side of the cross, as were his feet. No blood dripped […]
Category Archives: WHO IS IMOUTO?
It’s almost over. Soon we shall receive the answer to the toughest riddle since the Gordian Knot. Unfortunatley this couldn’t be solved by simply chopping all the girls in two and analyse their rings like trees. But it doesn’t matter anymore. With only one episode to go, we will finally know WHO IS IMOUTO once […]
MIKADONO GROUP memo Sept. 16, 20XX Seri: I am calling this meeting of the International Masters of Underground Traitorous Operations to order. We have many things to discuss this afternoon. I hope we can all be . . . civil this time. Angry Japanese executive: You know full well your plan is taking longer to […]
This is what I spent my birthday doing.
Dear Diary, My name is Shougo Mikadono. I don’t know why I’m starting my writing with a cliche and an unnecessary introduction, but I’m not used to taking down my thoughts like this. My stint as a journalist did not end well; in fact, Mei refuses to talk to me now. That line of inquiry […]
My notepad was open. Mindmaps from previous investigations were splayed across various sheets strewn across the room, sometimes disappearing off the page and onto my bedroom wall. Instead of posters I had scrawls that looked like they came from a weeaboo homophobic cell phone enthusiast. It was time for my latest descent into the world of…of…of…
Shougo Mikadono was frustrated. He had infiltrated the Miryuu Academy Times as a way to investigate IMOUTO and her activities without arousing suspicion. Like most stories that affect the lives of millions, readers weren’t interested in the IMOUTO beat, but Shougo was interested. Quite interested indeed. Unfortunately, Shougo had underestimated the realities of the journalism trade. […]