Intro

I am Rei Shenyuo, a senior at Hymawari Highschool and I am about to be let out into the open world, seeking my future destiney (job/career). I'm seated in a cheap yet sturdy enough plastic chair, wearing my graduation cap and gown. I'm seated amongst other students of the same graduating year as me in a large indoor theater room used for staged performances.

There's nothing important being said from the teacher speaker on stage or its not important enough for my ears anyway to be able to listen close enough. Not important enough to me because I'm about to die soon. Damn that fortune teller to hell. She can rot their for all I care.

I don't know if I should be welcoming my death in open arms or try to brush it off as a super lame joke. But there's no denying that something about her was different from other people. Was it her eyes? Her twisted smile every second I looked at her face? Wait... what did she look like again? Was there ever a fortune teller? Great now I'm second guessing myself when I went over this with myself all day yesterday.

Outside the midst of my concious questions, everyone's looking at me. Realizing that the room had gone quiet, I have to assume it's my time to make a speech. I stand up nonchalantly trying to mask the little embarrassment I'm currently feeling. I walk on stage and begin to deliver my speech when coincidentally I feel a set of buzzes coming from my pocket. Whether it's a phone call or not, I'm going to use that as my cue to leave.

I apologize and walk off stage quickly, speed walking to a nearby exit that leads to the outside. I open my phone and there's a notification with the title "Unknown" and the message under it says "It's time, Rei." So the fortune teller was telling the truth.

I just stare at the message for a while, noticing that nothing is happening. I breath for a second before closing my phone. At a sudden glance, the sky is discolored for some reason. It's a crimson red instead of sky blue. I notice a particular amount of clouds are forming specifically over me, leaving a cloud donut in the sky. A sudden feeling of regret washes over me. I should've never talked to that fortune teller.