CRUNCH. A fist collided with Kenji's nose, the sickening sound of breaking cartilage and bone overwhelming his gasp of pain, and blood spewed forth in a steady stream. He barely had time to register his broken nose when another fist connected with his side, stealing the wind from his lungs. He fell to his knees, gasping for air as the older boys around him laughed mercilessly. They circled him as if vultures circling a carcass. He dared a glance around; the boys had him surrounded on all sides, but if he was fast enough he could shoot the gap between two of them, go straight for his guitar, and run out of the park to safety. A painful kick to his stomach brought him out of his thoughts, and he moaned in pain as he struggled to keep from throwing up. They were preparing for their next round of beatings, and Kenji knew it was now or never. His life might depend on it.
With a burst of adrenaline, he shot to his feet, surprising his attackers, and lunged to the side. Just as planned, he slipped right between the two and swept up his guitar as he sprinted. He barely managed to get ten feet away before someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him back, choking him momentarily. The fear returned to him, he hadn't been fast enough, and now he was going to pay for his stunt. The next fist came at him out of nowhere. The punch hit him square in the jaw, sending him reeling backwards. For a moment, Kenji thought he was seeing stars. His world was shattered when he realized he was seeing stars; the punch had sent him over the bridge he was standing on, and he was seeing the night sky above him. The next second, his body slapped against the surface of the river as if he had just fallen onto concrete off a roof. His guitar, which had been held in his iron grip until then, was ripped away from him. Disoriented and confused, he sunk below the waves, water filling his lungs as his body failed to react to the situation. He didn't want to die.
Kenji bolted up, unable to breathe as the water crushed down on him. However, when he opened his eyes, he was not at the bottom of a river. He sucked in a large breath of air with surprising ease. He was not drowning, he thought incredulously, though just a moment before he could have sworn he was on the verge of death. "Unless... That was just a horrible nightmare?" He wondered aloud, though he knew that thought made no sense. "I guess however I got here makes no sense either though." He reasoned, standing up. He looked around him, surprised no one had bothered to question as to why he had been lying down in the middle of one of Shibuya's busiest intersections, the Scramble Crossing.
He was about to stop someone and ask him if they had seen how he got there, when his phone vibrated. Confused, he took it from his pocket, as it should have been lost in the river, or at least malfunctioning from all the water damage.
Reach 104. Time limit: 60 minutes. Fail, and face erasure.
"What the hell-" Kenji started, then yelped in pain. His palm was stinging fiercely, and he turned it over to see if he had been stung by a bee or some other insect. Instead of a bite, he found numbers, actively counting backwards. 59:58, 59:57, 59:56, and it continued. He stared dumbly at his palm, trying to conceive any possible way that a working timer could be engraved into his hand in a split second. He found none, and with that in mind, he decided he better do what the message said; it might provide him with some of the answers he desired. "104... I think I know the place." He muttered, turning and heading in the direction of a large skyscraper. "Pardon me, excuse me, pardon me." He repeated as he shuffled through crowds of people, though no one seemed to acknowledge him. "Rude... They must all be in a hurry." He deduced, weaving through people and apologizing as he went.
With a burst of adrenaline, he shot to his feet, surprising his attackers, and lunged to the side. Just as planned, he slipped right between the two and swept up his guitar as he sprinted. He barely managed to get ten feet away before someone grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him back, choking him momentarily. The fear returned to him, he hadn't been fast enough, and now he was going to pay for his stunt. The next fist came at him out of nowhere. The punch hit him square in the jaw, sending him reeling backwards. For a moment, Kenji thought he was seeing stars. His world was shattered when he realized he was seeing stars; the punch had sent him over the bridge he was standing on, and he was seeing the night sky above him. The next second, his body slapped against the surface of the river as if he had just fallen onto concrete off a roof. His guitar, which had been held in his iron grip until then, was ripped away from him. Disoriented and confused, he sunk below the waves, water filling his lungs as his body failed to react to the situation. He didn't want to die.
Kenji bolted up, unable to breathe as the water crushed down on him. However, when he opened his eyes, he was not at the bottom of a river. He sucked in a large breath of air with surprising ease. He was not drowning, he thought incredulously, though just a moment before he could have sworn he was on the verge of death. "Unless... That was just a horrible nightmare?" He wondered aloud, though he knew that thought made no sense. "I guess however I got here makes no sense either though." He reasoned, standing up. He looked around him, surprised no one had bothered to question as to why he had been lying down in the middle of one of Shibuya's busiest intersections, the Scramble Crossing.
He was about to stop someone and ask him if they had seen how he got there, when his phone vibrated. Confused, he took it from his pocket, as it should have been lost in the river, or at least malfunctioning from all the water damage.
Reach 104. Time limit: 60 minutes. Fail, and face erasure.
"What the hell-" Kenji started, then yelped in pain. His palm was stinging fiercely, and he turned it over to see if he had been stung by a bee or some other insect. Instead of a bite, he found numbers, actively counting backwards. 59:58, 59:57, 59:56, and it continued. He stared dumbly at his palm, trying to conceive any possible way that a working timer could be engraved into his hand in a split second. He found none, and with that in mind, he decided he better do what the message said; it might provide him with some of the answers he desired. "104... I think I know the place." He muttered, turning and heading in the direction of a large skyscraper. "Pardon me, excuse me, pardon me." He repeated as he shuffled through crowds of people, though no one seemed to acknowledge him. "Rude... They must all be in a hurry." He deduced, weaving through people and apologizing as he went.