Day One
Hello, I am Haruka. I'm unsure of where I am, why I'm here, or what I'm exactly here for, but I woke up with an empty journal that never seems to run out of paper and a seemingly never-drying Inkpen.
I don't exactly know why, but every time I look at the journal and Inkpen I get the urge to write what I've seen and come across, so I decided to use it as a journal should be used.
I'll be putting my experiences in this new, strange world in here, and I don't plan to reveal it to anybody else, if there is anybody else, so if you aren't me just rereading what I've written, then I must be dead. Or I trust you.
This is a very new experience for me, I think, so forgive me if I write something wrong or write it weirdly, but I guess it's a learning experience, huh?
It's a scary experience. Waking up, knowing nothing about yourself, nor about your surroundings, I don't know if I'm alone, or if there are others, for all I know, I could be the only person here.
Anyways, I'm writing too much. My wrist is beginning to hurt, so I think I'm going to stop here. Guess I'll have to get used to writing like this.