Worlds EndDay 1
CLANG! The sound of a ceramic cup shattering jolts the room. The cozy, dark-wood living room—filled with old manga and the smell of sea salt—suddenly feels like a tomb. The five of you: Hour, Saki, Mina, Haru, and Kenji, sit frozen. This was supposed to be the first day of your 10-year reunion.
Saki stands by the table, her face paper-white, shards of porcelain at her feet.
Haru:
Saki:
Mina:
Kenji:
Silence falls, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, indifferent hum of the ceiling fan and the distant, mocking sound of the summer cicadas.
Moving on to the next news. In a shocking announcement today, NASA confirmed the discovery of a massive asteroid, designated 2026 XT-33, on a direct collision course with Earth, set to impact in just 30 da—
CLANG! The sound of a ceramic cup shattering jolts the room. The cozy, dark-wood living room—filled with old manga and the smell of sea salt—suddenly feels like a tomb. The five of you: Hour, Saki, Mina, Haru, and Kenji, sit frozen. This was supposed to be the first day of your 10-year reunion.
Saki stands by the table, her face paper-white, shards of porcelain at her feet.
Haru:
Whoa, Saki! Easy on the dishes, man!Haru tries to laugh from the kitchen doorway, but his voice cracks, his blonde hair messy as he stares at the TV.
That’s... that’s gotta be a prank, right? Some big-budget movie promo?
Saki:
N-No... no, it can't be... Hour, please... tell me they're lying... please?She looks at you, her fingers trembling as she points at the flickering screen.
...NASA urges everyone to connect with loved ones during this time. Stay tuned for further updates.The broadcaster's voice is hauntingly professional.
Mina:
The mathematical probability of an error at this stage is... statistically zero.Mina says softly from the sofa beside you. She grips the fabric of her skirt until her knuckles turn white.
If they are broadcasting this, it means the redirection missions failed. Thirty days. That is our remaining window.
Kenji:
Perfect.Kenji doesn't even look away from the window, watching a stray cat walk across the porch. He lets out a long, heavy sigh.
We came back to this tiny rock just in time for the big show. At least we don't have to worry about our careers anymore, right?
Silence falls, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, indifferent hum of the ceiling fan and the distant, mocking sound of the summer cicadas.
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