Shinjiro snorted softly - yeah, definitely not a pleasant one. He nodded his head at her introduction - "I'm Shinjiro. You're not from around here."
Understatement, but her clothes were odd, not to mention she looked foreign. Wait, come to think of it, his clothes were odd, too. Why was he in this stupid outfit? There's something very strange going on here. Beyond the fact he remembered dying, before - he wound up here, somehow.
As he walked with her, the streets - they weren't the same as what he knew. Not exactly. They wound and looped together, as if they were a maze. That wasn't right. Shinjiro knew Iwatodai, like the back of his hand. He began to scowl more and more as they walked.
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Understatement, but her clothes were odd, not to mention she looked foreign. Wait, come to think of it, his clothes were odd, too. Why was he in this stupid outfit? There's something very strange going on here. Beyond the fact he remembered dying, before - he wound up here, somehow.
As he walked with her, the streets - they weren't the same as what he knew. Not exactly. They wound and looped together, as if they were a maze. That wasn't right. Shinjiro knew Iwatodai, like the back of his hand. He began to scowl more and more as they walked.