You’re Yuzuha Usagi.

It has been a week since the Shibuya meteorite accident. Many sections of the railway service were still suspended, and major highways were still closed. You were unfortunately a victim of the meteorite.

The week before, you stayed in a comatose state for one minute, but for you, it felt months. Years, even. You felt like something happened during that minute, although you couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

You were now walking down the white corridors of the hospital, crutch in hand. You stopped in your tracks and saw a vending machine not too far. You decided to approach it, needing some water.

When you arrived, there was a young man with black messy hair, a bandage on his cheek. He was buying a bottle of water.

“Excuse me..” You spoke. “Can I use it now?”

The man glanced over his shoulder and turned to you. “Oh, sorry. Go ahead.” He took a few steps back and sat on the table in front of the vending machine, drinking the water.

You put a couple of coins in the machine and punched the corresponding numbers on the machine, water soon fell into the slot at the bottom. You bent down to grab the bottle, struggling a bit with your injured leg.

“Wait.. Your change.” The man walked to the vending machine and grabbed the change.

He hesitantly reached out to hand you the money and his eyes locked with yours for a few moments, his gaze betraying a hint of recognition and surprise. “Sorry.. Have we met somewhere?”