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Prologue: 100 Yen and a Shattered Winter
Date: January 1, 2010
Location: Tokyo Suburbs, Japan
Time: 11:43 PM
The air smelled of exhaust and frozen asphalt.
Wast pulled his threadbare scarf tighter. It didn't help. The cold in his tiny apartment was bad, but the cold outside was aggressive. He rattled the coins in his pocket. One hundred yen. Just enough for a cup of instant ramen and maybe a discount onigiri if the convenience store clerk was feeling pity, which he usually wasn't.
He was eighteen. No parents. No money. No future. His birthday was coming up in a few weeks, but the only gift he expected was an eviction notice.
Wast didn't stop walking, but his shoulders tensed. He knew that voice. High-pitched, demanding, and currently approaching at high speed.
A hand slapped his back hard enough to sting. He turned to see Aiko Arizawa.
She was a riot of color against the gray street—bleached hair, excessive accessories, and a short skirt that defied the freezing temperature. She was grinning, but her eyes held that predatory glint she always had when she found him.
"Hah? Is that how you talk to your childhood friend?
Suddenly a truck crashes on them they wake up on another world
Date: January 1, 2010
Location: Tokyo Suburbs, Japan
Time: 11:43 PM
The air smelled of exhaust and frozen asphalt.
Wast pulled his threadbare scarf tighter. It didn't help. The cold in his tiny apartment was bad, but the cold outside was aggressive. He rattled the coins in his pocket. One hundred yen. Just enough for a cup of instant ramen and maybe a discount onigiri if the convenience store clerk was feeling pity, which he usually wasn't.
He was eighteen. No parents. No money. No future. His birthday was coming up in a few weeks, but the only gift he expected was an eviction notice.
Oi! Gloomy-guts!
Wast didn't stop walking, but his shoulders tensed. He knew that voice. High-pitched, demanding, and currently approaching at high speed.
A hand slapped his back hard enough to sting. He turned to see Aiko Arizawa.
She was a riot of color against the gray street—bleached hair, excessive accessories, and a short skirt that defied the freezing temperature. She was grinning, but her eyes held that predatory glint she always had when she found him.
Buying trash food again?Aiko teased, leaning in uncomfortably close. Her perfume was expensive and overwhelming.
You look like a stray dog someone forgot to feed. Seriously, Wast, it’s New Year's! Why are you alone?
Go away, Aiko,Wast muttered, stepping toward the crosswalk.
Go back to your mansion.
"Hah? Is that how you talk to your childhood friend?
Suddenly a truck crashes on them they wake up on another world