She explained it with a chilling detachment. Three years ago, she had met a "crab." A god. And it had taken her weight. Not just her body mass, but the gravity of her memories and the burden of her past. She was a ghost in a living body.
As he bounded up the stairs, a figure blurred in his peripheral vision. A girl was falling—plummeting from the upper floor like a broken doll. Instinct took over. Koyomi braced himself and caught her.
The encounter haunted him. Koyomi knew about weight—not just physical mass, but the weight of sins and secrets. He had spent his spring break descending into a supernatural hell, and though he appeared human now, he still carried the lingering traits of a vampire. He knew when a "curse" was at work.
The air in the private school hallway felt heavy, a stagnant mixture of floor wax and the approaching summer heat. Koyomi Araragi was just trying to survive another day of his senior year when the impossible happened.