Sigh. Today was another boring lecture.
The professor’s droning voice still echoed faintly in Rai Hazuchi’s ears as he trudged down the street, his school bag slung lazily over his shoulder.
“Every single day,”
he muttered under his breath, the words dripping with frustration.
“Same thing, over and over. I wish they’d just give us a break already.”
He glanced up at the dusky sky, streaked with fading orange hues as the sun dipped behind the distant cityscape.
The streets of Shibuya bustled with life, filled with the hum of car engines and the chatter of pedestrians. But Rai barely noticed any of it.
“Anyway, it’s all over now,”
he muttered, his tone lightening slightly.
“What should I grab for dinner? Hmm…”
His thoughts vanished in an instant.
"Shit! Damn it! I messed up!"
Rai's body froze mid-step, his heart pounding against his ribs.
A cold shiver anchored him in place as realization struck.
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He had wandered directly into the street.
The Blinding headlights engulfed his vision, accompanied by the deafening screech of brakes.
The sound clawed at his ears, each second stretching eternally.
“Hey, move, kid! Get out of the way!”
The driver's frantic shout barely registered as Rai's mind spiraled. His legs felt leaden, his body refusing to respond. He could only stare as the light grew brighter, closer, overwhelming.
“This… this is the end, isn’t it?”
He thought, his lips twitching into a faint, bitter smile.
“I guess it’s not so bad. I didn’t have much to lose anyway….Hah, to think I’d finally get to use that line.”
He took a deep breath, his chest tightening with a peculiar resolve .
“Goodbye, world.”
The truck hurtled toward him. Rai shut his eyes, bracing for impact.
“Hey, kid! Are you okay?!”
The truck skidded to a halt, the driver leapt out, face ashen with panick.
His voice trembled as he scanned the scene frantically, heart thundering against his ribs as he searched for any sign of the boy.
Smoke curled from the tires like ghostly shrouds, swirling around the street.
The acrid smell of burnt rubber stung his nostrils, but he barely noticed.
His thoughts raced as panic clawed at his throat.
“Where is he?”
The driver muttered, voice thick with confusion.
“I'm certain I hit him. So where is he?!”
The empty street offered no answers.
No body, no blood, no sign of impact—nothing save the lingering echo of chaos.
Minutes later, police and reporters swarmed the area.
Red and blue lights flickered across the darkening street, bathing the scene in eerie alternating hues as onlookers whispered among themselves.
"We're live from Shibuya, where an unprecedented event has occurred!"
The reporter announced, her voice steady despite an undercurrent of disbelief.
"A high school student, Rai Hazuchi, was reportedly struck by a truck. However, despite intensive searching, no trace of the victim has been found. Neither his presence nor body have been located. Witnesses confirm the incident, and security footage corroborates their accounts—capturing the exact moment of impact. Yet, inexplicably, after the smoke cleared, there was nothing. This incident is beyond bizarre, leaving authorities bewildered.”
She turned to face the camera directly, expression grave, grip tightening on her microphone.
"We will continue cooperating with police to investigate this unprecedented event. Thank you for tuning in to tonight's breaking news. I'm Sakuya, reporting live from the scene. Have a safe evening."
Lowering her microphone, she exhaled quietly, shoulders sagging.
The weight of the mystery hung heavy in the air.
"Don't be so hard on yourself,"
A nearby officer said, scratching his head awkwardly.
"You've done your part as a reporter. Let us handle the rest."
He gestured for another officer to escort her away, though his own unease was evident.
Turning back to the scene, he gazed up at the darkening sky, his brow furrowed.
"Even if we said we'd handle it,"
he muttered, voice low,
"we don't have a single clue how to approach this case."
