This is a story about masks, and playing along, and breaking free. It's about looking for a white rabbit in Shibuya, about destroying the status quo, about etudes and ad-libs and past trauma. It's about getting a peek of a wonderful world and not being able to come back.

This is a story about theater.

First of all, let me say this one thing: I am so, so mad. I am angry. I hate that after reading 32 chapters on a row, after finishing this masterpiece, after being brought to tears, I got flashed with 4koma gags at the end and burst out laughing. I hate feeling like this, I hate being manipulated this much, but what I hate the most is that I loved it.

This is a psychological work through and through. Every character has different faces, the masks break once and again, and a lot of stuff makes sense only afterwards. I know that the day I reread this will break me completely. But I have already been broken this time, so truly, what do a few more cracks matter?

The art and symbols are perfect, the story shows a lot of backstage as well as slice of life. The characters drive this tale, and we discover than finding out no one is one dimensional can be really scary.

And I enjoyed this. I loved it, and I got frustrated by it, and I could feel all of my feelings mixing and screaming and creating new layers of enjoyment. I laughed, and I cried, and I know this will not leave me any time soon.

I have been truly ran over by 4 volumes of manga. I have nothing to say in my defense. If you think this looks interesting, read it. You may love it, hate it, or anything in between, but I believe it will make you react.

I can say, firmly, that I loved it.

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