[Boat creaking, blood in the air, sterile bunks, snoring below. Awareness that he has been kidnapped jolts him up the instant that Yoshikage Kira's eyes open to the cabin room. He's lived in Morioh his whole life and doesn't like to travel, and he had his sights set on remaining as he always had - even with the frequency they pull into his peaceful little coastal town, actually taking a ship is out of the question. After that spike of anxiety though, he takes a deep breath to calm down. Get a grip. He can even see a convenient flash card with an explanation. Centering himself as he reads about the legacy of the Gigantic, he manages to settle into a surface-level calm. The matter of the game is eyeroll-worthy, but there's some pretty interesting stuff in here...]
So, I've woken up in the future, is that it? [He mutters and moves on to contemplating his rather advanced watch in this light. Number 18... surely it's the 'Ace' number in Japanese pro baseball, but it's hardly anything that makes sense to him. Suddenly, he is distracted by the reflection of his eye on the surface. Something is wrong with his eyebrow - thicker and darker than it's supposed to be. Carefully getting off the bunk, he finds a small mirror on a table in the room. What he sees definitely makes him stare, as he pats his face in confusion. As a realization dawns, a sense of anxiety wells. ズドドドドド .... the door to room 9/18 is ajar from his roommate's wandering, and now the sound of a large two-engine motorcycle revving rings out loudly enough to be heard from the entire deck.]
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So, I've woken up in the future, is that it? [He mutters and moves on to contemplating his rather advanced watch in this light. Number 18... surely it's the 'Ace' number in Japanese pro baseball, but it's hardly anything that makes sense to him. Suddenly, he is distracted by the reflection of his eye on the surface. Something is wrong with his eyebrow - thicker and darker than it's supposed to be. Carefully getting off the bunk, he finds a small mirror on a table in the room. What he sees definitely makes him stare, as he pats his face in confusion. As a realization dawns, a sense of anxiety wells. ズドドドドド .... the door to room 9/18 is ajar from his roommate's wandering, and now the sound of a large two-engine motorcycle revving rings out loudly enough to be heard from the entire deck.]