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All The Sins I Could Not Hate

Synopsis and Masterlist

In a world fractured by violence and ambition, there lives a girl named Kafka—gentle, strange, and too quiet for the war-torn city of Yokohama. She has no known past, no allegiance, no blood on her hands. And yet, she sees into the soul of everyone she meets.

Wandering the edges of power, she moves like a ghost between the Port Mafia’s violence, the Armed Detective Agency’s ideals, and the schemes of men who mistake empathy for weakness. She is not a soldier. She is not a savior. But she changes everything—by simply existing.

This is the story of the girl who brought peace to killers, comfort to the broken, and forgiveness to those who could never forgive themselves. It is the story of the ones she touched, the lives she altered, and the world she understood with her very soul.

A story of quiet revolution. Of unbearable empathy.

And of all the sins she could not hate.

This is actually the first story I’ve ever posted here, and AO3, which is both exciting and terrifying! I tend to write everything in one sitting and hit post without much editing—because honestly, if I let myself reread too much, I’ll fall into the perfectionist spiral and never share anything at all. So posting right after I finish is my way of breaking that habit and finally letting things go. That said, if you catch any typos, weird wording, or anything that doesn’t quite sit right, I’d really appreciate it if you let me know. Thank you so much for reading—it means more than I can say.

MASTERLIST BELOW

Prequel: The Weight of Feeling

Chapter One: The Man With the Shaking Hands

Chapter Two: Fourth Floor, Western District

Chapter Three: A Mother's Warmth

Chapter Four: Journal Entry, March 27th

Chapter Five: They Were Better Off This Way

Chapter Six: Where The Frosting Turned Red

Chapter Seven: A Child's Nightmare

Chapter Eight: The Other Side of the Deduction

Chapter Nine: Salt on the Graves

Chapter Ten: Doctrine of the Dead

Chapter Eleven: Fractured Memory

Chapter Twelve: Dress Me in the Threads of Remorse

Chapter Thirteen: Digital Graves, Salt-Stained Betrayal, and Gentle Hands

shifting as a canon character is always funny to me because usually people have to dig for face claims, wardrobes, and allllll sorts of stuff. meanwhile, i can just look up his stage play actor and that's my face claim. voice claim? literally do not need one since he has a canonical one.

they match each other's freak

please i need to shift i need to make my boyfriend’s motorcycle sparkly

chuuya i'm coming home soon 🙏🙏

(we aren't even dating yet)

i miss my man (he’s in a different reality)

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

genuinely feel so bad for people who tried shifting but eventually gave up and decided it wasn't real

like bro you could've had it all

usually shifting is all like "oh fun i get to script cute outfits and my s/o and hihihi" and then it's just

tumblr is not social media. idk how to explain but its so calm here. like this is the field and the valleys. over there is the town and people. but here we are little sheep in our pastures eating our grass and laying in the sun <3