In the midst of Grandeur City's bustling streets, I found myself at the center

of attention. A crowd had gathered, their eyes fixed on me. I felt a mixture

of nerves and excitement as their gazes bore into me. It was as if I held their

fascination, an enigma they were eager to unravel.But my focus wavered.

Despite the crowd's rapt attention, my eyes wandered, drawn by an unseen

force. In that fleeting moment, the world around me blurred, hinting at

secrets lurking just beyond the surface.The scene shifted abruptly, plunging

me into darkness. As the curtain of obscurity lifted, Grandeur City sprawled

before me, its towering skyscrapers and shimmering lights painting a

futuristic tapestry. The city was a testament to human ingenuity, a place

where dreams touched the sky.That was the day, I was given a 2 nd chance to

live, It is I, Kyrie.

At Present Day, a midst this urban landscape, I prepared for a mission. My

fingers deftly interacted with advanced gadgets and practical attire, a fusion

of style and purpose. The soft hum of my phone echoed through the air,

breaking the stillness around me. I answered the call, the screen casting a

faint glow on my features. The voice on the other end was Rylee's, a voice

that conveyed both urgency and familiarity.

Rylee's voice cut through the silence, a reminder of the responsibility that

came with our missions.

I responded with a calm resolve,

A beat of silence hung in the air. "Good," Rylee's voice carried an unspoken

weight. "Keep me informed as soon as you have any updates."Copy that," Ireplied, my commitment unwavering. The call ended, leaving behind a

sense of purpose that settled deep within me.

The narrative lens shifted, focusing on my reflection in a mirror. It was a rare

moment of vulnerability, a chance to see the person beneath the façade. I

met my own gaze, searching for hints of the emotions and motivations that

lay beneath the enigmatic exterior. In that mirrored reflection, layers of

mystery began to peel away. The soft light played upon my features,

revealing the complexities hidden within. Beneath the enigma I projected, I

was human, driven by aspirations, emotions, and a history of experiences.

In the depths of Greed Haven Xenovert's secretive underground laboratory,

I found myself in a place where shadows danced and secrets thrived. The

setting was ominous, a hallway that seemed to stretch on infinitely. My

pulse quickened as I attempted to enter a room, my intentions cloaked in a

shroud of mystery. I stood before a security code, my fingers dancing over

the interface. Determination surged through me as I deftly navigated the

intricate web of digits and symbols. With a triumphant whisper, I uttered,

"Bingo."The room welcomed me with an air of suspense, a research facility

teeming with untold discoveries. "Alright, where is it?" I muttered to myself,

my voice a mix of anticipation and urgency.

I scoured the room, searching for a specific formula that held the key to

unraveling a complex puzzle. Yet, as I sifted through documents, something

caught my eye. A list, a sinister roster of "Wanted Hybrids." A shiver raced

down my spine as I discarded the damning evidence, my heart pounding

with unease.Amid the tension, a presence emerged. Kiyon, his voice

dripping with mockery, broke the silence.

I met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, unyielding. "Why, are you surprised?"His response was a sly grin, a calculated move to undermine my resolve.

I shot back, my tone firm.

Kiyon's denial was swift.

I couldn't help but smile, the subtle satisfaction of knowing something he

didn't playing across my lips. But before I could make another move, Kiyon's

taunting words fueled my determination. I activated my heart rate

teleportation, attempting to escape his grasp. His jeers only propelled me

forward, until his sudden appearance halted my progress. A clash ensued,

leaving me injured but unbroken. As I stood in the simulation room,

catching my breath, Kiyon's sinister laughter rang out.

My response was laced with restraint, my emotions a maelstrom beneath

the surface.

Kiyon's intentions became clear – a black hole simulator activated. Panic

gripped me as I realized the gravity of the situation. The room seemed to

spin around me, my surroundings blurring into oblivion.

Kiyon's triumphant laughter echoed. I gasped, a realization of my

predicament settling in. Struggling against the inexorable pull of thesimulated black hole, I fought to escape once more. My efforts were a

testament to my tenacity, and even as I faced insurmountable odds, I

refused to give in.

Kiyon's wicked laughter taunted me.

In the face of imminent oblivion, I gritted my teeth and steeled my resolve.

The battle was far from over, and I was determined to find a way out of this

twisted game, no matter how dire the circumstances.

In the heart of Shintenseiku City's bustling Main Street, I found myself in a

state of disarray. Lying injured on the ground, I groaned in pain.

Confusion gripped me as I took in my surroundings.

"Where am I, anyways?" I mused aloud.

A portion of Shintenseiku City stretched before me, its vibrant energy a

stark contrast to my battered state. I forced myself to look around, taking in

the familiar yet unfamiliar landscape. With a deep breath, I attempted to

get up, my body protesting with every movement.

"Why do I feel so exhausted~..." I muttered, my strength wavering.

Despite my efforts, my body betrayed me, and I stumbled, falling over once

more. Darkness crept at the edges of my consciousness as I lost the battle

against unconsciousness. The world around me faded, and I found myself

lying on the ground, helpless and unaware of what lay ahead.In Shintenseiku City's Old Town Residential Area 3, Ziekary's apartment

stood with a quiet air of normalcy. A TV played in the background, its news

stories filling the room. Ziekary let out a sigh, a mix of weariness and

determination evident in her expression.

With a glance at the clock, Ziekary's resolve solidified, and she hurriedly

made her way to Seiku Academy of Sciences. Running through the streets,

she navigated the familiar path with practiced ease. Stopping in front of her

school, she caught her breath, the urgency of her journey evident in her

breathless state.

As she stepped into the bustling halls of Seiku Academy of Sciences,

students moved around her, their chatter a background hum. In her rush,

Ziekary bumped into others, frustration crossing her features.

The retort from the students was swift and dismissive. "It's not our fault

"Her sigh held a hint of resignation. "Sorry." With that, she continued on

her way, determined not to let such incidents mar her day.A familiar voice

cut through her thoughts, and Ziekary turned to see Charlotte approaching.

Concern etched on her friend's face.

Ziekary managed a smile, appreciating Charlotte's genuine care.

"Yeah, I'm good. Thank you."Charlotte's frustration was palpable.

Ziekary's response was a dismissive wave of her hand.

Charlotte's concern lingered, but she respected Ziekary's wish.

With a nod, Ziekary reassured her friend.

As they entered the classroom, the bell rang, signaling the start of another

lesson. Ziekary's thoughts wandered, caught in the allure of the

approaching holiday week.

Her mind drifted into daydreams, pondering the possibilities that lay ahead.

Her reverie was abruptly interrupted by the teacher's voice.

the teacher's tone was expectant, bringing her back to reality. Startled,

Ziekary stood up hastily.

Amusement bubbled through the classroom, students chuckling at her

expense. Ziekary's cheeks flushed as she realized her mistake, and her

embarrassment was palpable."Huh?!"

The bell rang again, coming to her rescue, and Ziekary sat down, her relief

evident. Yet, the laughter of her peers still echoed in her ears, and her eyes

welled with tears.

she choked out amidst her sobs, struggling to contain her emotions.

And so, in the ebb and flow of Shintenseiku City's streets and the halls of

Seiku Academy of Sciences, life continued its dance of joys and challenges.

Amidst it all, I couldn't help but wonder about the twists and turns that fate

had in store for me, and if, amidst the chaos, something unexpected and

wonderful might await.

As the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, Ziekary found

herself outside Seiku Academy of Sciences. The school day was over, and a

sense of weariness settled over her.

" she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation.

Charlotte's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

She managed a smile, wanting to assure her.

Concern clouded Charlotte's expression as she continued to study Ziekary.

"Sure,"She replied, grateful for her company as we embarked on their journey

home.

As they strolled along Seiku's Side Street, the casualness of the conversation

between Charlotte and Ziekary gave way to deeper inquiries.

Ziekary pondered her question for a moment, her thoughts drifting to the

upcoming spring holiday week.

Charlotte nodded, her eyes curious

Ziekary considered her proposal, the idea of spending the holiday week

with a friend bringing a smile to her lips.

But Charlotte sensed something amiss.

With a heavy sigh, Ziekary decided to confide in her, if only partially.

Walking away, Ziekary left Charlotte behind, hoping to find some time to

sort through the feelings that had been weighing on her.Sitting on a park

bench, the cool breeze brushing against Ziekary’s skin, she allowed herself

emotions to surface.

"I feel sick and sad,"she admitted to no one but the empty space around her. Tears flowed down

her cheeks as the memories came flooding back.

The ache in her heart was palpable, a wound that seemed to refuse to heal.

The question hung in the air, a poignant expression of the frustration that

had built up over time. It was a refrain she had whispered to herself

countless times. As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows around

Ziekary, she allowed herself to grieve. The bench became her sanctuary, a

place where she could confront her emotions head-on, without the facade

Ziekary often wore in front of others. And so, in the quiet embrace of the

park, her tears fell freely as she navigated the storm of emotions that

churned within her. The weight of her thoughts and the memories she held

dear seemed to weave an intricate tapestry, one that held both sorrow and

hope, darkness and light.

And so back to me, in the desolate Dead End Alley, the clock marked the

time as 6:47 PM. As consciousness slowly returned to me, I found myself in

a daze. "Man," I muttered, my voice rough as I grappled with the haze of

waking up.I gingerly attempted to rise, my body protesting against the

effort.

Recognition dawned, and I remembered the events that led me to this

unfamiliar place. I reached for my watch, an attempt to ground myself in

the present. However, the indicator read "unknown activity," deepening the

mystery of my surroundings. "Sigh," I exhaled, my frustration palpable.With a mixture of hope and uncertainty, I checked my phone, seeking

answers from a familiar source. Rylee's name stood out among the

notifications. I felt a mix of relief and trepidation as I hesitated before

answering the call. Sitting on the edge of the alley, I held the phone to my

ear, the anticipation of the conversation heavy in the air. "Hello?"

Rylee's voice crackled through the line, a mix of worry and frustration

evident.

I began, my voice trailing off as I struggled to convey the situation.

Rylee's urgency was palpable.

My response carried a sense of resignation. "Another mission failed, I

presume."

Rylee's concern deepened as she pressed for more information.

I interrupted, my voice laced with urgency.

Her disbelief was evident in the silence that followed, but when she finally

spoke, her words were sharp with shock."What?! How?!"

I explained the situation as concisely as I could, the gravity of the events

hanging in the air between us.

Rylee's frustration resonated through the phone.

"That asshole must have done it on purpose," I muttered, my anger boiling

over. "Tsk."

Rylee's response was a mix of understanding and exasperation.

And so, in the midst of uncertainty and the shifting sands of an unknown

world, I held onto the connection I had with Rylee. Our conversation was a

lifeline, a beacon of familiarity in the midst of the chaos that had engulfed

me.

I quipped, a faint smile gracing my lips.

Rylee's voice remained steady, her determination unwavering.

My retort carried a playful edge, a glimpse of the levity we shared.

I chuckled at the thought, the camaraderie between us a comforting

presence.

Rylee's response held a touch of seriousness."Well, she entrusted me with all of this, so I can't let her down. Even if you

I fell silent, an unspoken acknowledgment passing between us. The weight

of our responsibilities rested heavy on both our shoulders.

I decided, my voice tinged with resignation. Pushing myself to stand, I

prepared to face the unfamiliar world that now surrounded me.

"Okay, I gotta go,"

Rylee's voice carried a sense of urgency.

I assured her, the connection between us momentarily severed as the call

ended.

Alone once more, I let out a sigh.

Stepping out of the dead end alley, the world outside greeted me with a

mixture of curiosity and surprise. Whispers carried on the breeze, the

hushed voices of female students catching my attention.

"Oh my god, look at him," one of them giggled.

"He's so good-looking," another added, their words a mix of admiration and

awe.

"He looks like Kyrie from Zemstan .""Well, talk about the Astronomy Class," a third chimed in, their voices a

symphony of intrigue.

Confusion tugged at my thoughts. "The hell?" What? How do they know my

name?"

Curiosity piqued, I set out to explore this unfamiliar world. As I wandered

the streets, lost in thought, fate seemed to have a different plan in store for

me. Unknown to me, another figure traversed the same path with a

different purpose. It is Ziekary, absorbed in her own thoughts, walked

recklessly, her steps hurried and distracted. In a twist of fate, our paths

converged, and I found myself face to face with a collision waiting to

happen."…" My voice trailed off as our eyes met, a shared moment of

surprise and unexpected connection unfolding in the blink of an eye.

Ziekary's voice trembled with regret, her head bowed as she quickly moved

past me.

I watched her leave, a mixture of curiosity and concern stirring within me.

She seemed weighed down by something far heavier than the bags she

carried. I couldn't help but study her retreating figure, my gaze lingering as

she disappeared down the street.

I mused aloud, my voice a soft murmur. "I have a nasty sensation."

As Ziekary continued her journey, lost in her own world of tears and sorrow,

an unexpected presence followed in her wake. It was me, drawn by an

inexplicable curiosity that compelled me to shadow her steps. She walked

on, each step a manifestation of her turmoil. "Sobs," her tears seemed to

echo in the air, a testament to the emotions that consumed her. Finally,

Ziekary reached her destination – her apartment. The door swung shutbehind her as she entered, enveloping her in the solitude she sought. From

my vantage point, I watched as Ziekary's apartment door closed, a top view

shot that held a hint of distance. The situation intrigued me, and as the

moments passed, a realization struck.

I murmured to myself, a revelation that sparked a glimmer of familiarity.

With that thought in mind, I set out once again, my steps carrying me

further along the street side. The world around me seemed both alien and

strangely comforting, a combination that heightened my determination to

uncover more about this new realm.As I walked, lost in my own thoughts, a

stranger passed by me, our worlds briefly intersecting. I couldn't help but

glance at them, a sense of curiosity stirring within me. And so, amidst the

unknown and the enigmatic world that had become my reality, I continued

to navigate the streets, my journey marked by encounters that held the

promise of unraveling the mysteries that lay ahead.

The voice of a stranger broke through my thoughts, causing me to pause

and turn back to face them.

"You need something?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

The stranger hesitated, their gaze fixed on me with a mix of intrigue and

uncertainty.

"Umm, well, I got curious. You look like someone we all know."I arched an eyebrow in confusion. "…?"Their words hung in the air before

they hastily corrected themselves.

As they spoke, a hint of amusement colored their tone.

The stranger gave one last glance before walking away, leaving me slightly

bemused by the encounter.

Their hushed words reached my ears, carrying with them a sense of

disbelief that echoed my own thoughts. Amidst the whispers and the fading

presence of the stranger, my phone rang, a sudden interruption that

demanded my attention. With a quick motion, I answered the call, eager for

news from the other side.

I inquired, the urgency in my voice palpable. Rylee's voice carried a weight

of disappointment.

A sigh escaped me as her words settled in.

Rylee continued, her tone somber."But it's risky for you to use any of your abilities. For the meantime, stay

My frustration bubbled to the surface.

My voice turned contemplative, uncertainty seeping into my words.

As the conversation continued, the reality of my situation sank in deeper.

The world I found myself in was a puzzle with pieces I had yet to uncover,

and as I grappled with the limitations and possibilities before me, a sense of

determination welled up. If I was to find a way back, I needed to navigate

this foreign world with caution and strategy.

Rylee's voice carried a weight of empathy, her words like a cold splash of

reality.

she continued, her tone holding a mix of fascination and concern.

"Wait, what?" I interjected, my voice reflecting my astonishment at the

revelation.

Rylee explained, her voice tinged with uncertainty."They think you passed away many years ago, which is accurate. I believe

Her words painted a complex picture, one that left me grappling with the

implications

The pieces of the puzzle began to click into place. "Makes sense."

Rylee's tone shifted, her voice carrying a note of caution.

A sigh escaped me as the gravity of my situation settled in.

As I faced the reality of my circumstances, it was becoming clear that I had

stepped into a world far more intricate and mysterious than I could have

ever imagined. My identity and the knowledge I carried were enigmatic

pieces in a grander scheme, a tapestry woven with threads of science,

technology, and the uncharted territories of the universe itself.

Rylee's voice held a seriousness that matched the gravity of her words.

she added, a note of uncertainty coloring her tone.

Her words carried a weight that settled heavily in my chest."And of course, in a sense, no one knows or believes that you're, you know,

A wary smile tugged at my lips.

Rylee advised, her tone tinged with exasperation.

I couldn't resist a playful suggestion.

Rylee's response held a touch of annoyance.

As the call ended, I let out a sigh, my frustration evident.

In the midst of the uncertainty and the strangeness of this new world,

Rylee's guidance was both grounding and confounding. The idea of creating

a new identity, of navigating a reality where my very existence was

questioned, weighed heavily on my mind. But for now, as I awaited her next

call and gathered my thoughts, I knew that staying low and avoiding

unnecessary attention was the best course of action. The journey ahead

was shrouded in mystery, and I was determined to unravel its secrets, one

thread at a time.

As Ziekary made her way to school, her steps carried a sense of purpose, a

determination to face the day ahead. Amidst the bustling crowd, her path

intersected with that of her grandmother, Grandma Emma."Ziekary dear, on your way to school?"

Grandma Emma's warm voice held a touch of concern, her gaze filled with

affection for her granddaughter.

Ziekary greeted her with a genuine smile, the bond between them evident.

In a brief flashback, the weight of Ziekary's emotions from the park bench

resurfaced, a reminder of the struggles she carried within.

Ziekary commented, attempting to shift the conversation to lighter matters.

Grandma Emma replied, her voice tinged with a mix of playfulness and

concern.

Ziekary agreed, her words carrying a promise as she continued on her way.

In the shadows, my own thoughts swirled as I watched the scene unfold, a

mix of hesitation and determination battling within me.

My voice trailed off as I struggled to articulate the complex mix of emotions

that churned within me.

"Guess I have no choice but have to randomly pick her,"I admitted to myself, the words a reflection of the strange circumstances

that had brought me to this decision.

As Ziekary walked along the side streets, I remained hidden, my presence a

fleeting enigma in her world. The threads of fate had woven an intricate

tapestry, connecting lives and experiences in unexpected ways. As I

observed Ziekary from the shadows, I knew that this encounter held the

potential to change both our paths, guiding us through a journey that was

as uncertain as it was intriguing.

Ziekary sat by the fountain's edge, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her sobs

resonated in the serene evening, a release of emotions she couldn't contain.

From a distance, I observed her, captivated by the rawness of her emotions.

It was as if her pain and sadness transcended the physical world, touching

something deeper within me.

As I approached her, my footsteps were cautious, respectful of her solitude.

Her vulnerability was a sacred thing, and I had no intention of intruding

upon it.Taking a seat behind her, I offered a tissue, a small but meaningful

gesture to show that she wasn't alone in her struggle. Her trembling hand

accepted it, and her quiet "Thank you" carried both gratitude and

uncertainty.

I watched her, a mixture of empathy and sorrow clouding my gaze. I

couldn't help but feel a connection to her, a shared experience of pain that

drew me closer. Amidst her sobs, a question slipped from her lips, tinged

with suspicion. Her words reflected a natural wariness in a world where

trust was often hard-earned. My response was gentle, infused with a touch

of humor to break the tension. I questioned why I would plot anything

sinister after offering her a simple tissue.She gave a nervous laugh, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks

as she apologized for her suspicion. Her name, Ziekary, sounded like a

melody in the air, and I found myself drawn to the sound.Our

conversation shifted, and she inquired about my name. I hesitated, torn

between the truth and the need to protect my identity. It was a

precarious situation, and I struggled to find the right words.

Her curiosity persisted, her eyes searching for answers. Finally, I

admitted the truth I had been withholding – that my name was a

complicated matter, tied to a reality beyond her comprehension.Her

reaction was a mix of disbelief and amusement, as if my words were a

joke too absurd to be taken seriously. She questioned my motives,

suggesting that I had time to play pranks even in the late hours. I knew I

had to prove the truth of my words, to bridge the gap between our

realities. With a deep breath, I began to remove my mask, revealing the

face hidden beneath.Her gasp was a mixture of shock and astonishment,

a testament to the gravity of the truth I had revealed. Our worlds had

collided in the most unexpected way, and as her gaze met mine, I saw a

glimmer of understanding that transcended the boundaries of our

separate existences.