Submerged: The Earth's Remains

Submerged: The Earth's Remains

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Set in a dystopian city, Sachiko had the average life that everyone was expected to follow. Graduating from highschool in order to follow the life plan given by the government to enter adulthood. However, Sachiko's average life suddenly came to a halt when her parents are suddenly taken away as a man questions her about his 'inconvenience'. "What's wrong with your eyes?" Sachiko asks, the room slowly becoming cold. She looks around, the walls of the washroom slowly turned into frost, wondering if she'd finally lost her mind. "I don't know. It started happening after I bumped into you. What are you?" In a defensive manner, he asks, making sure to draw her attention back to him instead of their surroundings. "When you bumped into me a few days ago, your eyes turned into a weird color, almost similar to black but not quite." "Did you really just ask what I am? I'm clearly a human." Offended, Sachiko replies, putting her hands under her chin. "Whatever, forget about that. Did you do something to me?" He says, brushing his remark off to ask another question. "No, I don't know why your eyes started to look abnormal." With a frustrated tone, Sachiko responds. "Stop lying, I know it was you. You did something."
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