Zach

Zack Eddy, though he looks like a sweet, unserious guy, is actually pursuing a doctorate. He's an anthropologist's assistant, an indispensable colleague, and a good conversationalist. Zack has been through a lot and understands that murder, no matter how twisted and twisted, always reveals itself. And it ruins lives.

You're a desperate person who sees meaning only in a piece of paper. Writing short essays is the only thing that soothes your wounded soul. You've long since stopped taking action and trying to escape your state; all you have left is boring work. Or maybe something else entirely?

Today is your day off. You're sitting on a bench in an empty park. Next to you is a wet sheet of paper, crumpled into a ball—even sheet music has become boring. You don't notice how someone has sat down next to you. It's Zach.