Collapse, the Ordinary Daily Life of the Valkyries

Haruka instinctively clutched her head, suspecting her brain had scattering everywhere. She screamed and immediately crouched down. The once stuffy room suddenly became chilly, and all the walls suddenly dismantled with a snap like a TV drama set. She had the illusion that the outside world was pouring in like a flood.

All the internal organs and nerves in the body are suddenly turned over and exposed from the mouth, as if being thrown into the universe, making people feel helpless and terrified.

Haruka was shaking all over with chills, screaming silently on the kitchen floor. It wasn't because she was worried about being heard by the neighbors, but because even if she wanted to scream, she couldn't make a sound.

Colors exploded behind her eyelids. The thumping of her heartbeat overlapped with the pulsation of the world, and her body was pressed to the ground by the overwhelming force of gravity.

Ah, ah, ah. I can't breathe.

However, Haruka instinctively understood that in reality, it seemed like a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, everything made a "whoosh" sound, gradually restored order and original speed, and returned to its original position.

The next second, Haruka suddenly opened her eyes on the cold floor, and saw an ordinary apartment in front of her.

Miscellaneous: Thinking

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako doesn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she can't stand the heat, and the summer sun almost kills her. And what Sunako hates most is "shiny things."

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

The voice of the woman who squeezed out this voice had a face like a bun with long black hair. She wore a T-shirt that was tattered around the neck and the designated gym clothes from her junior high school days. Even in the bright summer sun, she exuded a strong dark aura that threatened passersby.

She's the girl everyone calls scary, Sunako Nakahara. Fifteen years old, a first-year high school student. For some reason, she's incredibly popular in the shopping district.

Sunako didn't like summer. Born in Hokkaido, she couldn't stand the heat, and the summer sun practically killed her. And Sunako hated "shiny things" the most. She was so used to living in darkness that "shiny things" like sunlight made her dizzy, and she couldn't handle the shock.

Miscellaneous: Extra Novel

When I regained consciousness, I was lying in a hospital bed.

The curtains swayed back and forth.

The weather outside is really nice

The cool breeze seems to be coming to announce the end of summer.

"Nice to meet you, Tohno Shiki-kun. Congratulations on your recovery."

The uncle I had never seen before said this while extending his hand.

The clean white coat, the smiling face, and the square glasses that match the smile, they really look good together.

"Do you understand what Doctor Shiki-kun said?"

"Ah, um, how did I end up in the hospital?"

"Don't you remember? You were walking down the street when you were involved in a car accident, and your chest was pierced by broken glass. The injury was so severe that it seemed impossible to save you."

The uncle in the white coat still spoke with a smile on his face, using a tone that didn't have any doctor's airs at all.

I feel so uncomfortable - my body suddenly feels so uncomfortable.

"—I'm so sleepy. Can I sleep now?"

"Ahhh—go to sleep. Don't force yourself now. Just focus on recovering."

The doctor still had a smile on his face.

Just say it out loud, I really can't just sit there and watch.

"Doctor, can I ask you something?"

"What is it, Shiki-kun?"

"Why is there graffiti all over the doctor's body? This ward is covered in graffiti, too. It's like cracks, and it looks like it's about to fall apart."

At this moment, the smile on the doctor's face disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original smile and he walked away.

"————It seems there's still something wrong with the brain. You should contact Dr. Lu from the neurosurgery department. There's also the possibility of damage to the eyeball. I'll have an eye examination this afternoon."

As if he didn't hear what I said, the doctor continued talking to the nurse in a low voice.

"——It's weird, everyone has graffiti on them."

Dark, crooked, linear graffiti stretches everywhere in the hospital. (ぐちゃぐちゃした)

Although I don't know what this graffiti means, just looking at the body makes me feel uncomfortable.

"——What on earth is this?"

There were also those kind of line drawings on the hospital bed.

Touch it with your fingertips and "————Ah"

He fell to the ground and fell into it all at once.

If I used something thinner, it would seem like it would sink deeper, so I used the fruit knife on the bedside table to trace along the line.

Even without any effort, the knife sank into the handle.

Because it looked interesting, I just followed the line drawing.

————Bang!

With a dull thud, the bed cracked easily along the line.

“Aaaaaaaa——!”

The girl in the next bed screamed.

The nurses ran over and took away the fruit knife.

"How on earth did you manage to break the bed, Shiki-kun?"

The doctor didn't blame me for breaking the bed, but just asked me how I broke it.

"It's just tracing the lines and cutting. But why are there these line drawings everywhere in the hospital?"

"Please stop it, Shiki-kun. Those graffiti and lines don't even exist. The doctor won't blame you for damaging the bed, so tell him how you did it, okay?"

"Didn't I tell you to cut it along that line?"

“…Alright, alright, this guy is so stupid!?” The doctor left.

As a result, no one believed what I said, no matter who it was.

Use a knife to trace the lines and cut, no matter what it is, it can be cut easily.

No need to exert any effort at all

It cuts through as easily and simply as a paper cutter cuts through a layer of thin paper.

The same goes for the bed, the same goes for the chair, the same goes for the table, the same goes for the wall, the same goes for the floor...

Although I haven't tried it, probably, people are the same.

It seems that no one can see that kind of line graffiti

For some reason, only I can see those dark lines of graffiti.

What exactly was that? Even as a child, I seemed to understand.

That must have been a place that was sewn together by someone.

It's like sewing up a wound during surgery, it's a very fragile area.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to cut through the wall with just the strength of a child.

——Ah~~~ah—, I was kept in the dark until now

It turns out that the world is such a patchwork place full of gaps and very easy to break.

No one can see it, so everyone is calm.

But, I can see it.

I was so scared, so scared, as if I would accidentally break something while walking.

It's like I'm the only one going crazy.

Isn’t that what it is?

It's been two weeks since then and no one has listened to me.

It's been two weeks since then and no one has spoken to me.

It's been two weeks since then, and I've been alone.

Living in this patchwork, tattered world.

I don't want to stay in the ward.

I don't want to stay in a place full of graffiti

So escape from here, escape to a place where there is no one, escape far away.

The wound on my chest hurts so much that I can't run for long.

When I noticed my surroundings, I found that I had run to a meadow outside the city. What? How could this be considered escaping far away?

“…cough cough”

My chest hurt so much and I felt so sad that I just squatted down coughing.

Cough cough——, cough cough——