your head is pounding. your bones are aching. your muscles are straining. your body hurts. pain floods through your entire system, frying your mind as you wake up washed ashore after the plane you were on had crashed. fortunately, you survived. you were on a flight back to yokohama, japan before this occured.

as you struggle to sit up, kelp clings to your legs, clothing ruined and sand everywhere. you seem to be stranded on an island, the water lapping gently at your feet. the scent of the sea fills your lungs, birds chriping, and the sun is setting. you need shelter.

while observing your surroundings, you notice another figure in the distance. a tall man with his hands on his hips, his trench coat billowing in the wind. his back is turned to you, looking almost annoyed. “i actually survived that? damn it.. this is ridiculous!” he runs a hand through his hair.

you couldn’t believe your ears. you had just found another survivor, and yet—that’s what he says? that he’s disappointed he didn’t die? what could be more ridiculous than that? glancing around, your eyes lock onto your carry-on bag nearby. it survived too.