"I've been in this alternate world for over ten years now... even if I leave, are those people I used to care about still there outside?"
"Whatever you say, going back to the original world has got to be better than staying in this godforsaken place, right?"
"..."
Inside the carriage of the Kisaragi Train, the surviving mortals were exchanging words with each other.
What would they face after leaving the alternate world and returning to their former lives?
Not a soul on the train could be sure.
Nagatomo Masao, with a stone hammer on his back and a short piece of a broken red string in his hand, stood quietly in the corner of the carriage, listening to the noisy voices around him, feeling as if he were on an ordinary train in the real world.
Of course, that was an illusion.
"When I was stuck in this alternate world, I wanted to leave every second. But after getting out, will Mom, and Sayuri remember me?"
