Shredica's POV
"Chihara-san"
It felt like someone was calling out a name, pulling me out of a nap. But it wasn't just any name—it felt like mine, even though I'd never heard it before. It was familiar, so much so that it felt like it belonged to me.
I lifted my eyelids and found myself in a place vastly different from the worlds I knew. Wherever this place was, it was unlike any I'd ever seen. I had no memories of it, yet it felt oddly familiar—as if I'd lived here once before.
Slowly, my hazy vision began to clear. I saw billowing white curtains, a silver window frame, and old, faded glass. Outside, leaves rustled in the breeze, the sky painted with the hues of a setting sun, jet streams trailing lazily across the sky.
I sat up, inhaling dusty air, and noticed the back of someone in what looked like a uniform standing before a dark-green chalkboard. An eraser slid across its surface, wiping away the white chalk words.
