“Hopefully these weird side effects of dying go away quickly. When Tsuchigomori left, an awkward silence formed. The police has ruled this death out as a suicide, leaving a potential murder case. It is reported that her time of death is 2:34 P.M. “This morning, first year in the highschool division Yashiro Nene exited her apartment this morning with a smile, unbeknownst that today would be her last. “Like I don’t already do that.” Hanako muttered with a smile. I’m gonna go see if I can find anything.” He patted her on the head before turning to Hanako.

Even though she just met these people, they fascinated her very much. “You have a library?” Yashiro’s eyes widened with interest. “There’s probably something about it in my library…” “Yashiro, I wish I could tell you what’s wrong with you, but I simply don’t know.” Tsuchigomori smiled sadly. “Okay! Nice to meet you!” She tried to make light of the situation, but the sick feeling in her stomach said otherwise. “Hanako…” The boy answered, sounding pouty. “Speaking of names, what are yours? I…forgot.” Yashiro looked away. I wouldn’t lie to you about your own name.” He smiled and took hold of her hand, to which she quickly yanked it away. The boy with choppy hair sat down next to her.

“Cause, if I am this Yashiro girl, then don’t you think I should remember being her?” “Are you sure that’s my name? Are you sure that I’m Yashiro?” She blurted. “Yashiro, you-“ The man started, but she cut him off. It was a feeling that scarcely felt human. She felt very…light and free, despite not remembering anything. These two people obviously knew more about her than she knew about herself, which was hardly fair. The girl watched in silence as they whispered secrets to each other. “Tsuchigomori, what is it? Do you know what this is?!” The floating boy asked…Tsuchigomori. “Well, isn’t this something?” The man with black and white hair sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Do you…remember anything, Yashiro?” He asked. She could hardly comprehend anything at the moment. He looked hurt, but she couldn’t understand why. The floating boy’s eyes widened, as he turned to look at the other man. “Do you know who we are?” The man with black and white hair asked. But then her brain hurt because what was she trying to remember? Was she supposed to remember something? About these people, who she was, and where she was? The girl started panicking, desperately trying to remember something, anything, but the only thing that popped into her mind was her waking up. If I’m Yashiro then why…why don’t I remember being her?” Huh? She was Yashiro? “But…that doesn’t make any sense. You’re Yashiro Nene.” The floating boy sounded unsure. “And who’s Yashiro? Why do you keep mentioning her?!” The girl wiped her eyes. “N-no!” Tears started welling up in her eyes. The boy floated near the other man, looking hurt.

The girl attempted to push the boy off, but he just tightened his grip. “Yashiro! We were all so worried, especially the kid, but I kept telling him that everything was gonna be okay!” Meanwhile, the boy who flung himself at her, nuzzled into her neck. She couldn’t even recognize her own voice. “So you’re finally awake.” The other man said, looking somber. “Yashiro!” One with choppy dark brown hair yelled, throwing himself on her. The moment the girl opened her eyes, she sat up. This is Tokyo News, more on this story up next.” Teachers and police are clearing out the building, trying to reserve privacy for the girl. The body has been identified as highschool division first year, Yashiro Nene. A murder, suicide, or perhaps accidental death has occurred out in the school’s garden. “Breaking news, brought to you live from the school Kamome Academy.

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