I don't remember what happened next.
Not the fight.
Not the screams.
Not even how it ended.
It's like that moment was ripped out of my mind.
When I opened my eyes…
I was sitting beside a crowded street in Chizunai City.
People rushed past me.
Talking. Laughing. Living.
No one stopped.
No one looked at me.
It felt like I didn't exist.
I stayed there… just watching.
Time didn't feel real.
Minutes, maybe hours—I couldn't tell.
My hands were trembling.
Slowly, I looked down at them.
They didn't feel like mine.
For a second…
I thought I saw blood.
My chest tightened.
Fragments flashed in my mind—
A loud crash.
A scream.
Something breaking.
Her face.
I shut my eyes hard.
"Stop…" I whispered.
But the memories slipped away again.
"Hey."
A voice cut through the noise.
I didn't respond.
"Hey."
Closer this time.
I looked up.
A boy stood in front of me.
Seventeen, maybe.
Calm… too calm for a place like this.
"Hey," he said, looking straight at me. "I'm Yamato."
I just stared at him.
For some reason… his face didn't blur like everyone else's.
"Don't worry," he said quietly. "I know your loss."
My breath caught.
"How…?" I tried to speak, but no sound came out.
"But don't worry," he continued, like he already knew. "We can give you a better life."
A better life.
The words felt distant.
Unreal.
He stepped closer and held out his hand.
"Just come with me."
The noise of the city faded.
Everything around me disappeared.
It was just me…
and his hand.
And deep inside—
that same strange feeling from before…
started moving again.
I didn't understand it.
But one thought echoed in my mind—
If I take his hand…
everything will change.