iamtouhou

Prologue    The night steadied as the light burns in Mr. Fujiwara's cigar. He puffs a smoke and blew it straight. He watches a group of male teenagers ganging up a young female teenager through the dissipating smoke inside the shadows. Everytime the girl would take a powerful blow he would snicker.    "What kind of idiot would want to get beat up just for the sake of others?" Mr. Fujiwara mutters.    The girl grips the dirt with both of her bare hands as she groans in pain. Facing the dirt, tasting it along with the saltiness of her blood, she spits and turns her head towards the mob surrounding her.    "Have you had enough?" Says the

Late afternoon tea          The blinding sunlight is tearing through my window, burning my eyes at the sight of it. I suddenly regret bolting upwards as I awake. It wasn't exactly a good idea. I feel like throwing up like I’ve been riding a roller coaster the whole night. I held my forehead with my hand and sighed. A sudden relief washes over me knowing I'm awake and the sun is shining down upon me. I brush my chest trying to flush down the anxiety before it kicks in. While I'm at it, I remembered my dream. Fear registered first thing in my face when I quickly look at my side expecting to see Anthony.            But, he wasn't there.