When the divine maiden fell into the mortal world…

She was the vessel of a deity, imprisoned in a high tower. He was a boy who stumbled into the deep abyss and pulled her out. Seven days on the run made her feel, for the first time, the warmth of the human world. But the future hung like a rusted blade, poised just above her slender neck. A man returned from the ruins of time, bringing with him the date of her death. That birthday became her death day. The sterile scent of antiseptic still lingered in the hospital room as the boy knelt on the icy floor, the sound of his knees hitting the ground echoing like a war horn summoning soldiers into battle. She clutched the edge of the blanket, her fingernails digging deep into her palm, and asked the question that shattered the last of his defenses—Sakura, are you two close? Is she very beautiful.