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Kagerou Daze, Vol. 2_ A Headphone Actor






 Copyright


KAGEROU DAZE, Volume 2
JIN (Shizen no Teki-P)

Translation by Kevin Gifford
Cover art by SIDU

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Kagerou Daze II -a headphone actor-
©2012–2014 KAGEROU PROJECT/ 1st PLACE

Edited by BOOKWALKER Co., Ltd.

First published in Japan in 2012 by KADOKAWA CORPORATION ENTERBRAIN.

English translation rights arranged with KADOKAWA CORPORATION, Tokyo, through TUTTLEMORI

AGENCY, INC., Tokyo

English translation © 2015 by Yen Press, LLC.

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First Yen On eBook Edition: September 2015
ISBN: 978-0-316-38469-8
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TABLE OF CONTENTS


  • Cover
  • Insert
  • Title Page
  • Copyright 

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