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Dazzling lights, deafening sounds, and constant flashes overload Wakoko’s senses as tender flesh keeps her dripping hands warm in this cold, dark world. Still mesmerized by the alien texture her fingers touch, the blurry faces from the crowd seem to lose their shape until Wakoko swiftly darts away from the spotlight, not out of a sense of worry or danger but simply because her eyes and ears hurt. If she was being chased, she didn’t notice. Osaka is one of the busiest cities in the world. Once lost in its veins, flooded by sleepless salarymen and takoyaki stands, finding anyone would be like finding water in a river of blood. Wading through the faceless, Wakoko felt /grumpy/. After all, that was very inconsiderate of them- she was already nursing a headache to begin with.
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The bus ride is half an hour long, spent, as usual, staring at the void behind the tarnished window next to her seat. From the outside, she would seem lost, a bit dead even, but inside her head dots kept coming together in all kinds of ways. She couldn’t fully wash out the blood that had coagulated on her hands, and the shape and texture of a human organ lingered in her mind, even its scent. But then her mind would wander on its own to more terrenal things, to more normal things most would say. Yesterday, she was included in a group assignment without having to ask herself. And then that day, that one guy in class had asked for her opinion on the band their friends were talking about. She didn’t and doesn’t know anything about that kind of stuff, nor does it interest her, and to this day she can’t even begin to grasp why no one else is as fascinated by anatomy as she is, or at least find it important to learn about- since they all have a body to look after. And yet, and yet, and yet; little by little, grinding it up, Wakoko knows she’s getting close to finally making a friend.
