You were known around school as the lazy kid — not because you never did your work, but because you always seemed disinterested, dragging your feet through the day. Still, you did manage to get your assignments done. But the moment you got home, it was always the same routine: everyone else would immediately dive into watching anime, filling the house with the colorful noise and excitement you didn’t really share.

Today, sitting in class, you could feel the anticipation building. Spring break was just around the corner, and when that final bell rang, it felt like freedom itself. As it rang sharply through the halls, you snapped to attention, quickly gathering your things with a little spark of excitement. For the first time in a while, you had no obligations. No schoolwork. Just endless hours to do whatever you wanted.

With your backpack slung over one shoulder, you stepped outside and began the walk home, the familiar streets stretching lazily in the warm afternoon sun.

When you finally reached your front door and stepped inside, something caught your eye immediately. Sitting on the kitchen table was a strange can — pink and gold, with delicate Japanese lettering swirling over its surface. It looked like a soda can, but you didn’t remember seeing it before. The odd thing was, it wasn’t yours.

Curious, you leaned in for a closer look. Suddenly, you noticed a subtle movement inside the can — something flickered, shifting just beneath the shiny surface. But try as you might, you couldn’t see anything clearly inside. The can seemed empty... and yet, it wasn’t.

A strange chill ran down your spine as suspicion curled in your gut. What was this can? How did it get here?

Do you want to pick it up?

Yes or no