I feel like every chapter that comes out just leaves me sitting in my darkened room (because somehow it's always night time), quietly hyperventilating as each line of dialogue and every expression and line of the mouth or eye swirls in my head, seeking purchase among the eddies of uncertainty, and the undercurrents of anxiety pull at my ankles as I fight for purchase in the silt that is the unknown of Hinako's future in the face of the building tension of it all.
Which, I mean, is a fantastic accomplishment for this story and I'm left craving the next installment, but.