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
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