Paramnesia

March 15th 12:00am. No one understands what happened on this day, but they understand what happens. As the Sakura Trees bloom it feels as if a little is dying inside us each day. This bizarre post-apocalyptic-feeling world that we've all just survived in. It just feels so... meaningless, but no one dares breach the boarder in fear of being forgotten. The Devil, high in his tower, watches the melancholy people repeat day after day; friendly crows sometimes being their only comfort. It's rare for us to find much comfort in the people around us: some do what they can to forget, some just try and survive the desolation, others don't make it out. And the trials... fear is spread through them. The fear of being chosen, the fear of being next, the fear -- that you won't make it out alive. Chimera Central.... That's where we call home, and that... is where many will meet their end.

Warning! This story contains Drugs/Alcohol (and the abuse of it), Suicide, and Blood/Gore. Please proceed with caution!

This story has a Discord server! If you wish to get in touch with me, and the small community of this story; as well as get updates of the story's progression just click on this link! https://discord.gg/WbTj4JBdKa