Junko Furuta Corpse Novels & Stories

The man whose shadow had loomed over me for weeks. “His name is Botan Kuroda,” Mikako continued, her tone hardening. “He has a criminal record—assault, stalking, and harassment. He was also in a… relationship with Akira before his death.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my vision blurring. “Akira,” I whispered. “Haru?” Jiro’s voice broke through my shock, his grip on my hand tightening. I could only shake my head, my mind spinning.

It was strange that she'd been so excited to meet the corpses. "You don't think she's going to do something crazy, do you?" I asked, and he shrugged, concern in his eyes. "I can hear the both of you just fine. Thought you should know that," Kiara said, narrowing her eyes at me. I grimaced, joining her in front of the examination table where Ryssa stood. Kiara slipped on a pair of gloves, which Ryssa had just given her. Ryssa's assistants filed into the room, carrying the first corpse. It was a petite woman. She was still frozen, but the long claw marks on her neck and torso were still an ugly sight.