Every week, Fuyune Hisoki forgets. Who she is, those she interacts with. Like a never-ending cycle, she loses and loses and loses to the amnesia that's plagued her since childhood. Despite being an existence invisible to everyone, one winter morning...
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Episode 2.1: You Stole All My Words Away
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• MONDAY •
SKIN PALE AS SNOW. Hair soft as cotton. Eyes that sheen like crystals.
A long, forgotten peony.
"Six hundred and five steps." I clasp the edge of the notebook. The light of dawn seeps through the window, crisp and clear. What lingers is a soft, winter sound. "Yubiwa Private Academy. Class 2–B. Six hundred and five steps. Yubiwa Private Academy. Class 2–B."
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"Pretty Boy Detective Club."
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The school covers a hefty distance. Other students fitted in dark green blazers, white dress shirts, ties, and striped pants or skirts, go about their business, chatting and laughing merrily. The sound of shrieking elementary-aged children mingle and mesh with precocious middle schoolers and high schoolers. The gloomy clouds on this cold winter morning give everything a hazy look.
Likely, as a result of me counting my every step, focus mounted to the floor, I unintentionally hit a wall. At least, I believe it's a wall.
It becomes readily apparent, however, that what I've crashed into isn't fixed into place.
It's another student.
Terror stabs my chest. I shuffle backwards, but it's far too late. I have his full attention.
With his hands tucked in his pockets, stance guarded, his dark eyes hidden beneath scarlet bangs gleam maliciously. Dread twists in my gut. All at once, I lose my balance.
"I-I'm sorry! It was my fault! I wasn't watching where I was going!"
Passersby spectate from a distance, blindly fearful of the very boy.
Not that he minds. Seemingly used to the notoriety, he eyeballs me, and clamps his mouth. He reaches to pat my head. "It's not a big deal. Don't you think you're getting a little too worked up—"
"P-please! D-don't hurt me!" I bob, just narrowly enough to avoid him. I don't wait for his reaction—I take off as swiftly as my trembling legs can muster. "Leave me alone, p-please!"
