It was almost noon, and the world and its people were busy with their own stuff.
A familiar red car was passing by the highway at the speed of 70 kilometers per hour.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a body of a young man fell on top of the car and rolled on the street.
The red car stopped soon after, and a pink-haired girl walked out of the car.
The girl rushed to the young man's body and flipped him over to see his face.
The girl was Anna, and the young man was none other than Leon.
"Leon!" she shouted with an anxious and concerned look on his face.
Anna glanced around and noticed no cars were stopping by or even paying attention to them. She somehow managed to carry Leon to her car and drove off somewhere.
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When Leon opened his eyes, he found himself on the bed of his apartment. He stared at the ceiling for a while before letting out a loud grunt of pain.
