Suicide; that’s what everybody is led to believe. But Hanamichi believes otherwise. There's no way his dearest wife, Haruko, would kill herself. She had to have been murdered. Murdered by a certain devil-eyed fox. It doesn't matter if no one believes him; he will get revenge for her death, no matter what. Even if he has to drag both their souls to hell to do it.

Foxes are immortal creatures. However, there was one thing that could make them vulnerable to death… And it was falling in love with a human.

Hoping for a chance encounter; overly audacious to even wish for a smile… But the more he imagined it—for he imagined often now, all the possibilities possessed of a dreamer—the more he wanted more. And every day he stood here, in this very corner down the same road, he would dream and sigh and laugh and pretend. Pretend to not be aware of how many passers-by stared, or how many days it has been, or how much his heart ached for his torment one day to end… Today was not that day.

Rukawa never expected that the thing that brought them together would be the same thing that would tear them apart…

It’s not April Fool’s, so why is Sendoh playing a prank on Rukawa… Or is he?