Fall 1
[Action: 837 Hasting Blvd.]
[Early in the morning, a well-dressed man wearing a vest and slacks stands out in the living room, browsing around through the photographs of the household. He extends an arm out over to the shelf just above him and observes it, noticing himself, an unfamiliar woman, and two little girls, one younger and brown-haired and the blonde-haired. He gives the picture a gentle smile before carefully placing it back to where he had first found it.
Minutes later, the same man could be seen in the kitchen frying what looked like dashimaki or rolled omelet. Next to him is a bowl with residue of egg after having been beaten in preparation for the meal. It's clear that he isn't a particularly stellar chef given how sloppy the omelet is coming along, but it looks decent at least for an amateur. The man finishes the dashimaki by rolling both parts together and takes the pan by its handle to slide it down onto a plate.
He takes the omelet over to the breakfast table where the silverware has already been set up for the other family members. Whether or not you approach your new not-father, it doesn't seem like he took notice of you just yet. He's just cutting up the egg, readying everything for you to enjoy.]
[Phone]
An illusory town that whisks away dreamers in their sleep is often exclusive to their own fantasies. But all of this is real. It's too vivid to be the stuff of dreams.
My name is Akinari Kashihara and I suppose I will have to look forward to enjoying my new life with the rest of you, my new neighbors.
[Early in the morning, a well-dressed man wearing a vest and slacks stands out in the living room, browsing around through the photographs of the household. He extends an arm out over to the shelf just above him and observes it, noticing himself, an unfamiliar woman, and two little girls, one younger and brown-haired and the blonde-haired. He gives the picture a gentle smile before carefully placing it back to where he had first found it.
Minutes later, the same man could be seen in the kitchen frying what looked like dashimaki or rolled omelet. Next to him is a bowl with residue of egg after having been beaten in preparation for the meal. It's clear that he isn't a particularly stellar chef given how sloppy the omelet is coming along, but it looks decent at least for an amateur. The man finishes the dashimaki by rolling both parts together and takes the pan by its handle to slide it down onto a plate.
He takes the omelet over to the breakfast table where the silverware has already been set up for the other family members. Whether or not you approach your new not-father, it doesn't seem like he took notice of you just yet. He's just cutting up the egg, readying everything for you to enjoy.]
[Phone]
An illusory town that whisks away dreamers in their sleep is often exclusive to their own fantasies. But all of this is real. It's too vivid to be the stuff of dreams.
My name is Akinari Kashihara and I suppose I will have to look forward to enjoying my new life with the rest of you, my new neighbors.