Life is fucking weird. All Chuuya remembered was waking up in this place. He knew his name, how old he was, but that was all. He was in a village. Beautiful scenery of the plains, river, lake, a small beach, beautiful place. He lived there, helping villagers for money, biulding his own home and starting life from the scratch. That was until he realised, the terrain he was in was closed in a jar-thingy. He never saw anyone around. Until one day, something earthquake-like came. He hid, no one was hurt, but he saw someone behind the glass. A person. A young man with chocolate hair and hazelnut eyes, started at him from outside the jar. He was laying his hand om his arms on the table, the table where Chuuyas jar was placed. Chuya decided to try and communicate. What is going on?!

—Hello?!