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I Fell in Love with a Girl Who Died Before I Was Even Born

Volume 1, Part 1
By Daniel Ryu Kazeyama

High school was hell the first time. Now I’m back—with monsters.

One minute I was standing outside the Clarksburg Public Library.
The next, I was in the food court of Meadowbrook Mall, staring at a fox-tailed girl who knew exactly what anime I liked.

Then I woke up on a bus to a school I’d never heard of, in a teenage body that wasn’t mine, with a vampire licking blood off my neck like it was wine.

This isn’t reincarnation. It’s not an isekai.
This is a trap built from my own words. And it’s got rules I don’t understand—yet.

At Crescent Moon Academy, your classmates might be kitsune, onryō, or something older. The teachers speak in riddles. The walls bleed history. And me? I’ve got a ghost whispering in my ear, a vampire who wants a second taste, and a tanuki girl who thinks I’m some kind of dragon god.

I just want to find the tunnel that brought me here and go home.

But something is watching me. And it doesn’t want to let me leave.


A darkly funny, emotionally sharp supernatural thriller about identity, consequences, and the monsters we pretend not to be.

For fans of Mob Psycho 100, The Tatami Galaxy, and BoJack Horseman—if they were written by a burned-out otaku from West Virginia who finally said the wrong thing to the wrong yokai.

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