Under the Red Moon

"Even a brush of sleeves is a bond from a past life"—or however the saying goes. By the third time, I can feel divine intervention. Or perhaps... malice. (Repost) Although forced acts do occur, there is almost no explicit description, so I have not applied an R rating. Please proceed at your own discretion. It's a story that's somewhat occult-like, somewhat psycho-like, and difficult to categorize. I would be happy if you could enjoy it even a little.