Mizuki Mizushiro books

Murderer in the Flower of Death

Eiri’s expression had grown focused, almost predatory. Her half-lidded eyes had opened nearly all the way and sparkled like a naked blade. “Eh! Ah, I think I said too much, as usual, I…” “Didn’t you hear his self-introduction? That guy killed only girls, two of them, and he’s a total pervert. The...