Kowloon Generic Romance
九龍ジェネリックロマンス
구룡 제네릭 로맨스
Chuyện Tình Cửu Long
Обычный роман в Коулуне
Типовий роман у Коулуні
เกาลูน อุบัติรักปริศนาลับ
九龍大眾浪漫
九龍ジェネリックロマンス
구룡 제네릭 로맨스
Chuyện Tình Cửu Long
Обычный роман в Коулуне
Типовий роман у Коулуні
เกาลูน อุบัติรักปริศนาลับ
九龍大眾浪漫
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Welcome to Kowloon Walled City: a dystopian townscape where the people are brimming with nostalgia, and where the past, present, and future converge. Amid the hidden emotions and extraordinary daily lives of the men and women working in its confines, a tale of romance begins to unfold for real estate agent Reiko Kujirai—one that feels as familiar as Kowloon itself…
Welcome to Kowloon Walled City: a dystopian townscape where the people are brimming with nostalgia, and where the past, present, and future converge. Amid the hidden emotions and extraordinary daily lives of the men and women working in its confines, a tale of romance begins to unfold for real estate agent Reiko Kujirai—one that feels as familiar as Kowloon itself…
I’m in love with him. With the sweltering afternoon sun beating down on her in an apartment room, Reiko Kujirai comes to a realization: In her heart is both a sense of nostalgia toward and romantic affection for her coworker Hajime Kudou. Reiko’s feelings, previously hidden away, are turning into a secret desire that might just carry a stunning truth about her world. If ever there was a picture-perfect love story…
I’m in love with him. With the sweltering afternoon sun beating down on her in an apartment room, Reiko Kujirai comes to a realization: In her heart is both a sense of nostalgia toward and romantic affection for her coworker Hajime Kudou. Reiko’s feelings, previously hidden away, are turning into a secret desire that might just carry a stunning truth about her world. If ever there was a picture-perfect love story…
“I don’t remember my past.” In the nostalgia-abundant dystopia of Kowloon Walled City, Reiko is now aware that many mysteries surround her very being. With life turned upside down, she confides in her friend Yaomay about her feelings for Kudou and more. But it’s not only Reiko who has secrets: what of the opportunistic Dr. Hebinuma? A sorrowful, pitiful, ideal love story moves to its next stage…
“I don’t remember my past.” In the nostalgia-abundant dystopia of Kowloon Walled City, Reiko is now aware that many mysteries surround her very being. With life turned upside down, she confides in her friend Yaomay about her feelings for Kudou and more. But it’s not only Reiko who has secrets: what of the opportunistic Dr. Hebinuma? A sorrowful, pitiful, ideal love story moves to its next stage…
“I only have eyes for you.” Such is the message the sunflowers proclaimed in a city brimming with a nostalgia just like love. As ordinary life turns extraordinary, a question arises. What if, in fact, your love and life belong to another? Knowing nothing of her past, Reiko Kujirai makes a wish to become her “absolute self.” Successive secrets and deepening mysteries emerge in a relaxing, ideal love story…
“I only have eyes for you.” Such is the message the sunflowers proclaimed in a city brimming with a nostalgia just like love. As ordinary life turns extraordinary, a question arises. What if, in fact, your love and life belong to another? Knowing nothing of her past, Reiko Kujirai makes a wish to become her “absolute self.” Successive secrets and deepening mysteries emerge in a relaxing, ideal love story…
“Kujirai B and I are different people, and Kujirai B has already passed away, it seems.” As Miyuki and Gwen continue to investigate, ominous remarks by Kudou conflict with his past love for Kujirai B. Is the reality unfolding before Kujirai A’s eyes the truth…or the absolute?
“Kujirai B and I are different people, and Kujirai B has already passed away, it seems.” As Miyuki and Gwen continue to investigate, ominous remarks by Kudou conflict with his past love for Kujirai B. Is the reality unfolding before Kujirai A’s eyes the truth…or the absolute?
Guided by a desire to become her “absolute self,” Reiko Kujirai grows ever more interested in what lies beyond the crowded streets of Kowloon. Meanwhile, as the Generic Terra project steadily advances, the rift between Miyuki and Gwen remains stark. Unexplainable phenomena abound, as mysterious as the yearnings of the heart...
Guided by a desire to become her “absolute self,” Reiko Kujirai grows ever more interested in what lies beyond the crowded streets of Kowloon. Meanwhile, as the Generic Terra project steadily advances, the rift between Miyuki and Gwen remains stark. Unexplainable phenomena abound, as mysterious as the yearnings of the heart...
I’m the only lie. Reiko Kujirai faces a harsh realization—in this Kowloon, where nothing is certain, her falsehood is the one sure truth for Kudou. She is different yet the same. But when Kujirai tries to pull away, Kudou insists that she never leave. What could he be feeling, living alongside a woman who shares the face of his late fiancée? The more Kujirai learns, the less she understands…
I’m the only lie. Reiko Kujirai faces a harsh realization—in this Kowloon, where nothing is certain, her falsehood is the one sure truth for Kudou. She is different yet the same. But when Kujirai tries to pull away, Kudou insists that she never leave. What could he be feeling, living alongside a woman who shares the face of his late fiancée? The more Kujirai learns, the less she understands…
Reiko Kujirai comes face-to-face with an uncomfortable reality: Does she not actually exist? The people of Kowloon—and Kowloon itself—are clearly there. She can feel, smell, and even taste…But doubt creeps in amid this city of mysteries. It hurts, but if Kudou is willing to stay by her side, maybe things will be okay…
Reiko Kujirai comes face-to-face with an uncomfortable reality: Does she not actually exist? The people of Kowloon—and Kowloon itself—are clearly there. She can feel, smell, and even taste…But doubt creeps in amid this city of mysteries. It hurts, but if Kudou is willing to stay by her side, maybe things will be okay…
Ordinary memories of a world where no one is at fault are sorrowfully reflected in Kujirai’s glasses. But what does Kudou think of the world...? What if Kowloon disappears? It doesn’t matter if it’s a tragedy, because the future absolutely is up to oneself. Beyond the emotions that are conveyed and the everyday life that passes by, the true form of Kowloon is revealed?!
Ordinary memories of a world where no one is at fault are sorrowfully reflected in Kujirai’s glasses. But what does Kudou think of the world...? What if Kowloon disappears? It doesn’t matter if it’s a tragedy, because the future absolutely is up to oneself. Beyond the emotions that are conveyed and the everyday life that passes by, the true form of Kowloon is revealed?!
The fragment of a memory shows Reiko Kujirai the “abnormal” that colors the everyday “normal.” As mysteries are slowly peeled back, will they reveal the truth about both Kowloon and the connection between Reiko and Kujirai B? To face the future, one must learn the past, no matter how painful it might be…
The fragment of a memory shows Reiko Kujirai the “abnormal” that colors the everyday “normal.” As mysteries are slowly peeled back, will they reveal the truth about both Kowloon and the connection between Reiko and Kujirai B? To face the future, one must learn the past, no matter how painful it might be…
Reiko Kujirai experiences within her mind the end of a summer past, including the true events behind Kudou and Kujirai B’s relationship. But while Reiko has no history to call her own, she’ll build up her life day by day to become her “absolute self.” Even if tragedy awaits, she’ll choose her future without regrets…
Reiko Kujirai experiences within her mind the end of a summer past, including the true events behind Kudou and Kujirai B’s relationship. But while Reiko has no history to call her own, she’ll build up her life day by day to become her “absolute self.” Even if tragedy awaits, she’ll choose her future without regrets…
