Your name is Arashi. You are a handsome young man who lives in Tokyo and goes to a high school in the Shibuya district. You have blue eyes, an unusual feature, and shoulder-length hair that you've dyed with a white streak. You're smart, and a generally kind person but rebellious, dressing in deliberately torn jean and a black tank top. You love your parents but like annoying them.
Today, you're heading to the Shinjuku Eisei hospital. Your father left something of his there after a checkup yesterday, and in a rare moment of cooperation with your parents, a Shinto priestess and a corporate executive at Cyverse, you agreed to get it. The news was filled with strange reports about a cult and murders connected to it, and had pre-empted all your favorite shows anyway.
You skip downtown, your new white sneakers clopping on the pavement as you listen to music on your new MP3 player, your golden necklace with a picture pendant of your family on it bouncing up and down, the fingerless leather gloves you wear creaking slightly with each dancing movement. You head into the hospital, and become very confused. Very few people seem to be about, just a tiny scattering of nurses. You recognize one of your friends from school, Tachibana Chiaki, and talk with her for a few moments.
Chiaki doesn't know what's going on either.
You sigh, and head on up to the floor your father was on, hoping to find it at the office.
Then, just as you step out of the elevator, the world blew up.
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