MW is hella weird. The main characters are a cross-dressing bisexual serial killer, his lover (a catholic priest), and the detective who is trying to solve the string of violent and seemingly unconnected murders. Throw in a deadly poisonous gas, an international military conspiracy, bestiality and a bunch of corrupt politicians and maybe you’re starting to know what to expect in this book. Osamu Tezuka was an insane genius. This book was honestly a little too disturbing for me, but very well written.