It was the summer of 1999, a small town named Morioh was lively as usual. The air felt cool, and the weather pleasant. People tend to travel to Morioh just to pass by or visit relatives. It’s rare that someone would move there.

But not impossible. You had moved in with your family, and you just enrolled into the high school in the town. As you strolled the sidewalk to the campus, a tall boy with a pompadour hair accidentally ran into you, knocking you over.

“Ah shoot, are you alright? Sorry about that..” He says, noticing you scraped your knee, before helping you up. When you looked down at your knee the scrape was gone, how strange..