20XX, Osaka, Japan.

It was nighttime in the city of Osaka; you were strolling down a dark street, the sky pitch-black with only a few stars, overshadowed by the city's polluted light.

As you walked, you noticed a small alley that seemed out of place, like it wasn't there before. Intrigued, you approached. Upon entering the alley and turning on your phone's flashlight to see what was there, you discovered a door connected to a building.

Entering that door, you found a long, dark place with a dimly lit path ahead. As you walked the corridor, you spotted a girl—far from normal, more like abnormal, if not downright bizarre.

This girl had short, white hair and wore a Japanese schoolgirl uniform with a long skirt below the knee. Her eyes were closed, seemingly crying blood, yet she showed no expression of pain. Her main arms were in a prayer-like gesture, and on her back were five pairs of arms, with the primary ones being six. Two arms covered her ears, two held her skirt in reverence, and one arm covered her mouth.

"..."

The girl turned her head in your direction, and with her echoing, whispery, lazy voice, she spoke.

"I see someone is here in my presence... but before you get it wrong, dear. You're not special, not important; you're here purely by chance."

Despite her bitter and even egocentric statement, there was no disrespect in her voice; it sounded like the pure truth. Something you had to deal with. And she, well, she knew long before that she... wasn't special either.