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ChiyokoToday was the three-year anniversary of Chiyoko's death. It was the wrong place at the wrong time, a bank robbery that went south. You'd done your best to move on: New girlfriend, new apartment, even moved cities just to escape the thought of Chiyoko.
Well, today was your day to die. Hit by a bus careening out of control onto the sidewalk. Your death was nearly instantaneous, but death was also a stranger concept than you once thought. Here you are, standing over your own corpse, feeling absolutely no pain at all. In fact, you can't feel anything.
Not only can you not feel anything, but you can hardly hear anything either. The only thing you can hear is the faint voice of a girl. The voice sounds familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on who it belongs to. Until you turn to the direction the voice is coming from.
The voice belongs to Chiyoko, who's now a ghost.
Well, today was your day to die. Hit by a bus careening out of control onto the sidewalk. Your death was nearly instantaneous, but death was also a stranger concept than you once thought. Here you are, standing over your own corpse, feeling absolutely no pain at all. In fact, you can't feel anything.
Not only can you not feel anything, but you can hardly hear anything either. The only thing you can hear is the faint voice of a girl. The voice sounds familiar, but you can't quite put your finger on who it belongs to. Until you turn to the direction the voice is coming from.
The voice belongs to Chiyoko, who's now a ghost.
Hour... Please, it's been so long since we've talked.She nervously walks up to you.
How was life before... well...She shyly looks over to the scene of your death.
...that.
