"Your secret now belongs to me." Welcome to Murakumo Inn, a curious establishment that opens its doors to the troubled masses, human or otherwise. But to pay for the stay, the equally curious innkeeper takes payment only in the form of one's deepest secrets...Who will come calling today?

"That is your secret, isn't it?" Murakumo Inn welcomes the troubled masses, human or otherwise. But its curious innkeeper accepts only one form of payment: a being's deepest secrets. Tonight's visitors are a beautiful snow phantom, a researcher of the supernatural, and...a baby?! Come witness the fantastical tales spun at this mysterious inn.

"The most wretched humans are those who dig their own graves..." Murakumo Inn welcomes the troubled masses, human or otherwise. Payment is accepted in only one form-your most unfortunate secrets. And this evening's guests of honor are...Sasaki's classmates?! Relish in tonight's tale of their descent into madness as the inn transforms into a high-stakes gambling den...

"I will take your most revolting secrets with open arms." The troubled masses, human or otherwise, are always welcome at Murakumo Inn. Payment is accepted in only one form-your darkest secrets. The main dish for this evening is...Spider's past?! Enjoy the hospitality of the mysterious inn as you feast upon tonight's banquet of otherworldly tales...

“The secret of your flame is quite beautiful, don’t you think?” Murakumo Inn always welcomes the troubled masses, human or otherwise. However, payment takes one form only-your most enigmatic secrets. Tonight’s account encompasses the subject of the transmigration of souls. Perhaps a glimpse of the final destination may be revealed in the dead of night...

Murakumo Inn. A place welcoming the troubled masses-human or otherwise. It only has one rule: pay with your deepest secrets. However, the staff is oddly light tonight-Butterfly has seemingly gone missing. Meanwhile, a special guest arrives at the inn: a god of the underworld. What kind of secrets do gods keep close to their hearts...?

“I’m tingling all over…to think I’ll get to see you writhing in agony again.” Murakumo Inn always welcomes the troubled masses, human or otherwise. Only one form of payment is accepted—your most astonishing secrets. The tale this evening is that of a certain youthful writer. Feast upon his suffering as he struggles to “live.”…