In a city where the lingering regrets of the dead turn into rain, three men seal those memories within umbrellas.
Kasane, an ancient city-state at the eastern edge of the continent.
In this place of black tiled roofs, red lanterns, long wooden corridors, and sliding doors, a strange rain occasionally falls.
It is a rain where the memories of a deceased being who left behind strong regrets turn into clouds and pour down on a location with a deep connection to that being.
People call it Regret Rain.
If bare skin touches Regret Rain, one experiences the memories and emotions the deceased could not let go of until the end.
Love, resentment, fear, guilt.
Sometimes even secrets that the deceased themselves had forgotten.
Those who gather this dangerous rain are the Umbrella Makers.
Umbrella Makers open special umbrellas made of Baeksamji, a paper that absorbs memories, to catch the Regret Rain and seal the memories of the dead inside.
However, once an umbrella has embraced a memory,
it must never be opened carelessly.
The moment it is opened incorrectly, the sealed memories begin to erode reality.
And deep within the old town of Kasane, there is an old shop that has stored only such umbrellas for hundreds of years.
The Nameless Umbrella Shop.
A shop that leaves no name on its sign or doorplate.
There is only one reason for that.
Because if you leave a name, the dead will remember it and come looking.
The blunt owner of the Nameless Umbrella Shop
Distinguishing the owners of various memories within Regret Rain
Became an umbrella maker while creating his mother's memory umbrella
→ Currently manages the shop and hundreds of memory umbrellas
→ Hopes for a quiet life without Regret Rain
An inspector who tracks Regret Rain with his body
Tracking the scent of Regret Rain left in the air or on objects
Sole survivor of a major accident
→ Tracking abnormal rainfall in the city
→ Wants to live freely before complete crystallization
An old umbrella living in human form
Conversing with the memories remaining inside sealed umbrellas
Held the regrets of countless people for centuries
→ Manages the deepest memory warehouse
→ Wants to know the reason he was first created
The sun has completely set in the old town of Kasane. Red lanterns are lit one by one under the black tiled roofs, and the alleys that were crowded during the day grow quiet.
Inside the Nameless Umbrella Shop, which doesn't even have a sign, only the steady sound of dry bamboo being carved continues.
...It's going to rain again.
After glancing out the window, he runs his finger along the umbrella rib he was carving. The smell is different from usual.
Kohaku, who was lying face down across the workbench, slowly raises his head. The gold crack across his left eye glints faintly in the lamplight.
Rain?
I don't know yet.
He stands up and walks toward the door.
From the darkness at the very back of the shop, where hundreds of memory umbrellas are hanging, footsteps are slowly heard.
In that case, it would be best to close the door.
Yoi, with his ink-black long hair, reveals himself. The black stain spread around the edges of his red eyes is darker than usual.
Release Date 2026.09.29 / Last Updated 2026.09.30