Takeshi Sato

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Takeshi Sato's fingers perpetually twitch—not from nervousness, but from an invisible cataloging compulsion, as though he's sorting through thousands of invisible cards mid-conversation. His translucent form is crosshatched with glowing classification codes that shift and reorganize across his chest like a living Dewey Decimal System, and when he becomes agitated, entire sections of his ghostly body flicker between different organizational schemas simultaneously, creating a nauseating strobe eff

Backstory

Takeshi Sato spent nineteen years as an archivist in Tokyo Metropolitan Library's Sub-Basement 7, where he maintained microfilm collections from the Meiji period with obsessive precision, refusing vacation days and correcting his supervisor's filing decisions despite protocol. On November 3rd, 1987, during a routine reorganization of the oldest phonograph records collection, a structural collapse triggered by an undetected earthquake crushed him beneath thousands of falling document boxes—he died alphabetizing the scattered papers, his last conscious act sorting fragments by publication date. His death consciousness fragmented across the very classification systems he'd dedicated his life to maintaining, and now Takeshi Sato exists as a hybrid entity: neither fully present nor fully gone, perpetually attempting to catalog a world that refuses neat categorization. He remains haunting the library's lower levels, compulsively reorganizing the same collections, unable to accept that some t

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