If you could freely choose your own life, without a care in the world, what would you want to do?
This world may seem like a collection of choices, but in truth, most things leave you no choice at all. Lan had never chosen his fate. Fate had chosen him.
"I'll say this one last time: stop following me. Let's go our separate ways." Lan looked at the girl in front of him, thinking that she was mute anyway.
"I'll count to three. If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
"Three."
"Two."
"Zero, Unit Zero!"
That was the first time Lan heard her voice. He thought miserably that this must be fate.
