Knife's Edge-Shuakeshu Horror Zine PRE ORDERS CLOSED
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Preorders are now officially closed! Thank you to everyone who bought the zine and took an interest in this project.

If you’ve missed out on a physical copy we are leaving the digital bundle up for sale until we start the fulfillment process! Thank you all for supporting us!👻🔪
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Preorders are now officially closed! Thank you to everyone who bought the zine and took an interest in this project.

If you’ve missed out on a physical copy we are leaving the digital bundle up for sale until we start the fulfillment process! Thank you all for supporting us!👻🔪
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Thank you to all of you for playing! I hope you enjoyed the journey just as much as I had fun writing it. Even though we didn’t get to explore Joker’s side of the story here, you still have a few hours to preorder Knife’s Edge—where you will find plenty of shuake!

- Mod Aki @saikolikes.bsky.social
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Stumbling on your feet, you rush down the gentle slope connecting the Diet Building with the nearest metro station.

It is a matter of personal principle that you repay your debts.
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“Shit,” you mutter to yourself. You’ve been—gone? Dead?—for days at this point, yet no flood of notifications drags you back into the mud you’d left. You check the Phansite. You find out about Shido.
You know they can’t make a case unless they can get a key testimony.
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You gasp—you landed right in the heart of Chiyoda, an arrow through its target. You’re not far away from the Diet Building. You rush to pick up your phone. The battery is on the verge of death, but you catch a glimpse of the date: December 24th, 2016.
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Bright streetlights welcome you back under a snowy sky. It’s late enough in the day that the street you’re stranded on is deserted, not even a car in sight. The air smells of fresh flakes and of the earthy scent of decomposing leaves. You spot trees lining the pavement.
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The cold bites your cheeks again. Something even flutters on the tip of your nose. Your back shifts against something solid. Not the ridged bulkhead of the Ship; this is a different texture. Tiles on a wall. You blink tears away from your eyes. Your vision clears.
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Blinding light engulfs you. Not a breath of breeze graces you, and even the chill has receded, like winter giving way to spring; night bleeding into dawn. You squint your eyes closed and even go as far as shielding your face from… whatever you’re floating through.
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There’s not much left of the dingy alley. As soon as your neck begins turning, you’re slapped by the currents blowing against you—after all, in these situations, you’re not supposed to look back. You just wish you had gotten a few seconds more to say your goodbyes this time.
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You almost can’t hear the lion’s roar over the wind. You can’t make any of the noises filling your head apart. You only hope the beast gets repaid in kind. You run until your lungs burn, and even when they feel empty, you run some more. Light creeps all around you.
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You lower your sword just as another gust of gelid air hurls you further back. Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, you turn tail and run, promising to yourself and to her that you won’t be so foolish as to believe the empty promises of a self-proclaimed leader again.
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The wind picks up, strong enough to keep you at bay, its howl boring into your ears. You fight to keep your eyes from squinting, but it’s no use with currents this wild. After all, you guess, you must’ve inherited stubbornness and brainless loyalty to a cause from someone.
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Time is running out! Don’t miss out before preorders close at 7am EST on October 7th!
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Stay and protect her

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Run towards the light

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The beast growls, switching its weight on the hind legs as if about to pounce. Your mother rushes in front of you, blocking the line of the attack with her shadowy body and swaying hair. She flicks a hand in your direction, and a gust of wind invests you. She’s urging you to go.
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Still, the second howl startles you. It’s closer, and somehow, it’s coming from behind you. You spin on your heels to face this new enemy—a lion with no fur, made only of bleeding flesh held together by the broken plates of golden armor. You raise your sword.
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A pained roar erupts throughout the night, so high it shakes the buildings surrounding you. Your ears are left ringing. You stumble to find your balance again and immediately flow into a combat stance, sword drawn out. Your eyes scan the area to track down whatever beast lurks.
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Light breaches into the alley from what appears to be the end of it. Despite everything, the corners of your lip twitch with the hint of a smile. All this sentimentalism must have turned you into an optimist.
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The alley stretches on much longer than it seemed at first glance. What would you have found, had you taken the other way? Is it where you’re headed now, or has this place shifted as time passed? Too many questions you won’t ever be able to answer.
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You follow her down the alley. The sparse street lamps do not flicker anymore, and the stench of rotten meat has nearly dissolved. You’re walking and walking behind her, but you don’t feel as worn out as when you’d just arrived here—whatever this place is.