#*jonathan

— Sin duda —la oferta de tener cosas gratis siempre era tentadora y muy bienvenida sin importar de quién viniera—. Si no le importa que pida algo sin alcohol. Llevo toda la noche con antojo de zumo, pero el precio es un robo. Un robo a mano armada.

She couldn’t breathe. Actually, it felt as if she couldn’t remember anything. She knew exactly who she was, what her life has been up until now, and even the relic hanging around her neck. Now, if anyone were to ask how she got here? She had no answers. 

The more she walked around, the more this didn’t seem like Tokyo. The people were different too, in terms of clothing, but she paid little mind to it. Well, that’s a lie; she couldn’t help but stare at every person that walked by and they were either doing the same to her for similar reasons or because she was staring too hard. Hibiki awkwardly waved at them, chuckling nervously for the same people to keep on walking like they never seen her.

The teenager sighed. “I wonder if I can get back home by walking…” That sounded tiring, and a bit dramatic, but to pull herself out of this slump, Hibiki clenched her fists with a determined look on her face.

“I can do this! It’s just a simple problem and I won’t let it stop me!” As long as she kept that positive outlook, it would work out in the end. Now, what she had to learn to do was pay attention, because as she was motivating herself, her face collided with what felt like a wall…but it didn’t hurt. It forced her to take a few steps back and see that it was actually a person she bumped into. He was ridiculously tall (in her eyes).