I.
On the rooftop of the Port Mafia building, a mysterious black figure appeared without a sound.
His ink-dark hair was soaked with blood. He leaped once more, and his flowing white bandages silently revealed an unspeakable sorrow.
At dusk, the fiery clouds on the horizon blazed as if they would burn away the night.
Everyone gazed at him with complicated expressions and reached out to stop him.
Don't be afraid. This time, we're here for you.
II.
Who am I?
When I opened my eyes, I found myself on an unfamiliar street.
I looked around in a daze. The scenery was unfamiliar, yet somehow it made me feel strangely at ease.
Passing a shop window, I caught sight of my disheveled appearance beneath my messy hair.
But I was used to it, and had no urge to tidy myself up.
The sun blazed overhead, yet I didn't feel the heat. Suddenly, a thought came to me:
I really want some spicy curry.
III.
My name is Yumeno Kyusaku, and I live in a very happy family.
My father is good at gardening. He always spends time alone in the garden of our manor, carefully tending to his flowers.
What's amazing is that, under his care, those flowers never fade, no matter the season.
My mother is a wonderful cook. Her favorite thing to make is rich bone broth, and my father and sister praise it every time.
My sister loves dolls and is never without her beloved Alice. Strangely, all her dolls are called Alice.
It's hard to make sense of a little girl's tastes sometimes.
I lived an ordinary life like this.
Until one day, I opened my eyes and found myself in a completely unfamiliar city: Yokohama.
IV.
I abandoned my name and entrusted myself to the gods.
(To be decided. I have too many ideas.)
1. A short story. I'll start it once the main story is finished.
2. Too many ideas. I'll save them up as advance notices for now.
3. To be decided.
Theme: How to say goodbye to the departed.
