The day before the change

Time : unknown 

Location: unknown 

In the middle of the day 

In the middle of white sand 

In the middle of a desert as long as one can see sand is the only thing they will see....

Under the surface of sand

Inside a bunker inside a place that look like prison.....

A guard outside cell sleaping on a old bench with a lence. At his hand

A prisoner inside of the prison cell that guard is guarding .

A prisoner inside the cell laying on the floor .....his hand has bite mark of snake 

Not breathing .

(Few seconds later )

Opened his eyes

(Deep breath )

Came back to life 

It's been 6 hours since I first died.

"You know life is a strange Phenomena everyone who has living or lived will say the same thing.

Change is a unbreakable law of nature 

Those who cannot change will only becomes dust in the end. "

What about those who changed then

(Started laughing -

Hahaha eh eh eh 

(Laughing sarcasticly)

Hahahahahahahaga........eh..eh..eh

If only that day haven't came 

If only I have changed before 

If only the world didn't changed

If only I never met her...

It all started then

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Chapter 1

Date 13 March 2025

Location tokyo

In the middle of the night — 3 a.m.

When darkness wraps the world in its arms.

The sun has yet to rise. The night has yet to leave.

Even the moon is hidden behind clouds.

In a two-story house in Tokyo, upstairs, a dim light bulb glows.

A boy, maybe 16 or 17 years old, wakes up.

Or at least, his hand moves to the lamp switch beside his bed.

Suddenly, he sits up.

It looks like he didn't complete his sleep.

He gets out of bed, and as he puts his feet on the floor — they're wet.

With his wet feet, he walks into the bathroom attached to his room.

He looks in the mirror.

Black hair.

Eyes dark, ringed with red.

It looks like he's cried a lot of tears.

He sits on the bathroom floor.

His knees bent in a way that lets him rest his forehead on them.

Three hours pass slowly.

He hasn't moved. Still sitting there.

As his eyes begin to close, tears start to fall again.

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7:30 a.m.

Finally, he stands up.

As he rises, the darkness blurs his vision.

He steadies himself against the wall.

He brushes his teeth, clears his stomach, bathes.

Now, in his room, he gets ready in his school uniform.

As he walks down the stairs, he hears a voice.

"Yusuke."

It's a woman's voice.

For a moment, the lifeless look in his eyes flickers with light.

He turns his head toward the kitchen —

But there's no one there.

His eyes go back to being empty.

He grabs the keys from the table and heads toward the door.

Then —

He sees the shadow of a man holding a child in his arms.

His heartbeat begins to race.

He starts to look up…

But instead, with a sad expression, he places his hand on his chest

And walks to the door.

He locks it.

At the gate of the house, he bows down and says:

"Mom… Dad… Nana… I'll come again next year."

He smiles.

But anyone could see — it was fake.

And he leaves for school.

"The nightmare couldn't let him sleep and the hellish reality couldn't let him live. "

To be continued

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Optional (the paragraph blow this is optional)

Survivor guilt may be experienced after the death of someone else during a traumatic event, where the survivor believes they should have died instead or could have done something to prevent it.

This was a defination by 

American Psychiatric Association (APA) – DSM-IV

"I was the accuser, God the accused. My eyes had opened and I was alone, terribly alone in a world without God, without man.". .....

                                                           Elie Wiesel

Survivor's Guilt.

The ones who survive are the most unfortunate people.

Because they carry a grave sin — they survived.

Narrator