What the hell?
I don’t know where I am, but I’ve been thinking a lot since I woke up. This isn’t my home; it isn’t Shibuya, Japan. It’s freezing, when it was just summer time yesterday. I went to bed and woke up in this hell hole without any memory as to how or when I got here. Shibuya has a lot of people, and I haven't seen a soul since I've been here. It's a bit creepy. You know what? This blows.
It's almost nostalgic of The Reaper's Game, but... that's impossible. That was all in the Shibuya Underground and this place is anything but my Shibuya. This is quite possibly a game, but I doubt that it's The Game. Whatever this is... it's some kind of sick joke and I'm not laughing. Isn't this kidnapping? Whatever.
I found this computer in some kind of cafe from where I woke up on the street. It seems to have internet or... well, something or another. Whoever’s in charge around here, I want to speak to your supervisor. My name is Neku Sakuraba, and I want to go home. I miss my friends.
It's almost nostalgic of The Reaper's Game, but... that's impossible. That was all in the Shibuya Underground and this place is anything but my Shibuya. This is quite possibly a game, but I doubt that it's The Game. Whatever this is... it's some kind of sick joke and I'm not laughing. Isn't this kidnapping? Whatever.
I found this computer in some kind of cafe from where I woke up on the street. It seems to have internet or... well, something or another. Whoever’s in charge around here, I want to speak to your supervisor. My name is Neku Sakuraba, and I want to go home. I miss my friends.