Shinjuku District - Japan.
BREAKING NEWS!
The journalist, with a figure similar to that of an adult and an attractive appearance, sported black hair and wore an elegant black blazer combined with slacks of the same color, as well as a sophisticated pair of shoes. His serious expression reflected the importance of the words he was about to utter.
"There are alarming reports of mass disappearances throughout Japan. Mothers have reported that they were at their children's side when they observed them disappearing inexplicably, as have children who witnessed their parents' disappearances, all without leaving any trace."
"Could this phenomenon be related to the rapture? We'll find out more soon with our reporter Uryu, after the comercial bre..." – Immediately, the reporter's body shook and his voice fell silent, as if he had suddenly been removed from the scene.
The entire camera recording the channel seemed alarmed, realizing that their colleague had also become a victim of the phenomenon that some have called 'The Mass Disappearance'. The television channel's transmission was then interrupted.
Meanwhile, in a room measuring 4x4 meters, there is a bed positioned against the central wall, covered in a dark brown blanket with illustrations of lines alluding to Aztec culture in a light blue tone.
To the left of the bed is a completely white desk, which holds an unplugged computer.
There are also action figures of famous anime characters on the desk, including: Ruffy, Zorro, Kogu, Gin and Goja.
The walls of the room are plain and white, and on the wall above the bed hang paintings depicting a character from the game, entitled "The ring of elden".
This character, known as Lamenia, is a warrior who is missing one of her arms and wears a golden helmet; this is a high difficulty game.
The portrait itself depicts Lamenia licking her sword, which is stained with blood, while her golden helmet hides her face.
Blood drips from under her helmet, and the background is predominantly black, with a few red spots that stand out.
The floor, made of dark brown wood, is devoid of any interesting features.
Although the space may seem oppressive, it's important to note that the room has no windows, only a door that gives access to the hallway.
This door, dark brown in color, has a circular handle and no visible locks, resulting in a total lack of privacy.
Scattered around the floor are various light novels and manga, as well as a pile of garbage next to the bed.
The closet, also in a light brown color with white details, is open and overflowing with dirty, joined-up clothes.
In this room, a teenager was sitting in a gaming chair, in front of his computer that had been turned off. The young man had a slim build and appeared to be around 1.74 meters tall.
His skin was pale and his hair, which was an orange-red color, was messy and straight. The sides and back of his head were cut shorter.
His brown eyes stood out and his eyebrows were straight, also in the same shade.
He wore a white shirt printed with the words "Otaku 4 Ever".
The letters of the word ''otaku'' were centered at the top of the black shirt, while the number ''4'' was slightly offset to the right, in white, and the word ''ever'' accompanied the number on the right, in black, following the same graphite font with black and white outlines.
Underneath, he was wearing plaid pajama pants in shades of blue and was barefoot, sitting on the chair.
The chair is facing an apparently old television set on a bookshelf that appears to have deteriorated, and its position allows him to see the news channel he has just been watching.
The young man, with an expression of indignation and disappointment, watches the television that has just shown an alarming news item. With a slight tone of anger, he begins to verbalize his thoughts.
– "What? It seems that these journalists are now engaged in role-playing. The streets of Japan do look desolate, but that doesn't justify making a news story that is so far removed from reality. What's more, the editing was inadequate, resulting in the apparent 'disappearance' of the journalist, which is deeply disappointing."
After venting his anger into a void, the young man remembers school and decides it's time to get ready quickly, so he gets up from his chair and heads to the front of his closet.
But suddenly, time froze. The young man, overcome by intense confusion, began to wonder about his inability to get his act together.
He was terrified and confused; as much as he was in a state of shock, he kept wondering why he had died.
And so, suddenly, an enigmatic voice, which seemed to possess angelic qualities, but at the same time evoked a sense of unreality and discomfort, began to resonate in the young man's living room.
– "Greetings, Hayakurai Omoto. According to the information on record, you are a 15-year-old teenager who suffered the loss of your mother when you were just 10 years old. Your father abandoned you before you were even born, and you were raised by your mother, who later disappeared after an incident at a local lake."
The young man, upon hearing this information, pondered the situation surrounding him, wishing that the voice speaking to him could be silenced and that time would return to its usual course, since he was running late for school.
Despite noticing the young man's thoughts, the voice decided to ignore them and continued its narrative.
– "You currently attend school and are in the ninth grade of elementary school 2, performing poorly academically and lacking friendships. You are often seen as a feared and isolated person, whereas previously you were calm, welcoming, had friends and were social. Everything I've mentioned is correct, isn't it?" – asked the voice, already anticipating a confirmation of its assertiveness.
The young man then realized that he had the ability to respond again, starting a dialogue with the voice, although this interaction could suggest a state of madness.
– "What's going on? Why can't I move? Is time paralyzed? This is surreal. Besides, how do you have so much information about me? What's going on? Get out of my mind, you fucking voice!" – the boy said all this with a deep tone of hatred, for no apparent reason, probably showing impatience at what had just happened, as well as an expression of confusion, shock and fear.
The voice, surprised by the boy's ignorance, took some time to process that the young man was hurling insults at a divine messenger. Despite the indignation the voice was experiencing, it decided to continue with its explanation to the unwanted young man.
– "I'm just a messenger. Time is suspended by divine will, and I know details about you because you were selected as our next object of study. I obtained this information from higher beings."
The young man, confused by the content of the voice's statements, answered the voice.
– "I don't believe in deities. Please shut the fuck up and let me live my life.'' – the young man's angry expression was evident, suggesting that he was about to react aggressively, even though he couldn't see the voice."
Tired of the ignorance shown by the boy, the voice responded with a tone of aggression and contempt, challenging the young man back.
– "Look here kid, regardless of your beliefs in deities, I interrupted the fucking flow of time. Therefore, I ask you to keep quiet and listen carefully to what I'm about to say: You are the next individual to be used as a guinea pig for the transition to a new world created by higher beings, a world that transcends the earth and is home to more intriguing and mysterious phenomena.You will be teleported, just like the other people who are disappearing in Japan. You will remain in this new world until you die, and your choice is irrelevant. Please keep quiet and move on to the next world, just like the others. Any further questions?"
The young man, visibly puzzled and indignant at the insults, responded to the voice, showing impatience, a feeling that had been noticeable since the beginning of the conversation.
– "What the fuck are you talking about, Mr. 'Superior' or 'Messenger'? I don't give a shit about this new world, and I'm DEFINITELY not your guinea pig. I don't give a damn about anything you say. If this is some kind of prank, just get out of here before I skin myself so you can get out of my fucking head, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!'' - the boy says all this shouting in an aggressive tone while gritting his teeth."
"Tsch."
The voice, no longer patient, just clicks its tongue and replies for the last time.
– "I hate stupid, disrespectful people like you. If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
After hearing these insults, the young man starts shouting uncontrollably in an expression of indignation in his voice.
"IGNORANT? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY YOU MOTHERFUC-"
Before the young man could finish, he was teleported into the sky and found himself in free fall, above a vast expanse of land that, strangely enough, was not the planet Earth, although it had a similar shape.
The environment he was observing had only one solid spot, a circular ground that was probably the only continent in that peculiar dimension.
However, The young man was still reluctant to accept the reality that surrounded him, maintaining an expression of stubborn confidence as he thought: "I'll be back in my own room soon."
As the young man neared the surface, after a faster than usual fall, his descent was abruptly halted, causing him to hover in mid-air.
However, with no time to be surprised, time flowed again and he collided violently with the ground.
At that moment, he realized the authenticity of the sensation of pain and the song with the earth. His only thought was: "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?"
As he immediately fell into the arid soil and happened to bring the soil full of small insects to his mouth, he quickly spat it out. In a state of shock at what he had just experienced, he quickly gets up and looks around, realizing that he is in a place completely different from anything he has ever known in his life.
A vast flat space stretches out before him, punctuated by a few destroyed houses. However, there is no sign of water or even trees. The boy, confused, finds himself lost in this unusual situation, not knowing how to act.