chapter 1

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On the 2nd of October 2015, Akaashi Keiji left the hospital with Bokuto’s blanket balled under his arms. From then on, he never came back.

The nurses stopped wondering when the young adult male would come back to retrieve his coffee mug, and it had been abandoned somewhere in the room to collect nothing but dust.

Maybe, when a young child diagnosed with Fatal Familial Insomnia would finally occupy Bokuto’s old room- he would find the mug. He would find the mug, and put it to his ear like they do with seashells.

He had never been to the beach, and probably never would. But he had read about it in storybooks, and deemed that the mug was a pretty accurate representation of a seashell.So then he would put the mug to his ear, and voices would come out, memories would show.

Panicked voices of an older patient, secretly scared that he would die. A softer voice, talking about how the snow was too cold. Sounds of a television. The theme song of cloud atlas. The wrapper of strawberry pocky being ripped open.

And the boy, scared that he was being haunted, would throw the mug out of the window, and it would shatter to pieces. But so far, that had never happened yet. And maybe it never would.

Because on the 2nd of October 2020, the hospital was announced that it would be demolished. And standing not too far from the hospital was Akaashi Keiji, watching the hospital crumble to bits, bringing everything that happened in the hospital to be locked up.

A time capsule, locked to the rest of the world.

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