Hatakeyama Natsuki -

She smiled. It was the same smile she used when a customer tried to haggle her down to half price.

“Then I guess,” she said, stepping toward the sound, “you’d better come with me and make sure I don’t do anything stupid.” hatakeyama natsuki

For the first time, the boy’s obsidian eyes widened. A crack appeared in his perfect composure—something like surprise, or maybe fear. She smiled

And Hatakeyama Natsuki—the Ferry’s Keeper, the dead boy with the living name—had no choice but to follow. A crack appeared in his perfect composure—something like

“You’re dead,” said a voice.

“We share a name,” he said, straightening. “A rare resonance. That’s why I was sent. I am the Fune no Mono —the Ferry’s Keeper. My duty is to guide souls like you to the Mirror Sea. But you… you’re not a soul anymore. You’re a hybrid. And you have exactly eighteen hours.”