This is going to be a collection of one-shots written with a specific word limit in mind, mostly 100. Unfortunately ff.n's word count disagrees with MS Word's, so poo on them.
Spoilers will be common. Especially for the 21st report. I'm kind of stuck on that.


Sanae woke from a dream of drowning.

He rolled onto his back, covered his eyes with his forearm, and tried to push away the desperation of clawing against relentless, pummeling waves; of trying to survive amidst chaos. This dream, this nightmare—his first in decades—had visited him nightly for three weeks now. He harbored no illusions about who had sent it to him.

Limited sometimes by words, the Composer relied on metaphor.

Some would mistake it for revenge, but Sanae knew better. It was what Shibuya had been. It was a plea for empathy.

Sanae would never acknowledge it.