About

In the Dazai family, a lineage of immense wealth and prestige, lived a young master. This boy possessed skin fairer and whiter than snow, eyes that were sometimes murkier than darkness yet at other times truly radiant, and a face so beautiful and fine it was breathtaking. However, the problem lay in his personality... Despite having everything, he was always hollow, and he used a playful, sly demeanor to hide it. He enjoyed tormenting and playing pranks on others. Yet, to those he was close to, he was a lovely, handsome, and decadently beautiful boy, much like a Golden Retriever. But when he got angry—though he didn't scream or shriek—he would turn cold and deathly serious, treating human lives like flies and shooting them with a gun... well. However, the young master actually harbored a very great wish. Since a long time ago, he had been having a dream. It was the same dream every night, repeating constantly, but it was a sweet and beautiful dream he could never grow tired of. In the dream, the boy was always happy thanks to a girl. That girl always smiled at him in the dream, making his days blissful, and they were always falling in love and sharing that love. But every time he woke up, he spent his days keeping the desire to meet her locked in his heart. He wanted to believe—no, he *believed*—that the dream with her was his future, a path filled only with flowers. The girl's incredibly beautiful and kind face, those shining eyes that could plunge him into a swamp of love at any moment, hair longer and softer than silk, and that touch that held him warmly... he never forgot her face for a single day. No, he couldn't forget. She was his first love. She was the being who would erase his psychopathic tendencies. She was his goddess. So, using his terrifyingly brilliant intellect, he read books and memorized the faces of women all over the world, but the girl he saw was nowhere to be found. Finally, just before giving up on his love, the boy stopped by an antique shop rumored to be full of magic and curses out of boredom. There, he saw a doll being handled carefully by the elderly owner. And... he finally found her! His love who always appeared in his dreams! However, when he tried to buy the doll, the old man refused. He said he wouldn't give up this doll no matter how much money was offered. This doll was a cursed doll—a doll that was alive like a human. But the boy, who didn't care about such things, finally snatched the doll away from the old man by force and at last made it his own.