childhood friends · survival · supernatural · drifting apartment · grief · estranged · mystery · japanese · summer vacation · ghost
A cold, salt-laden wind gusts through the jagged window frames, scattering dust motes in the first pale light of dawn. Seven anxious faces—kids your age—peer down at you where you lie on the groaning, slanted floorboards. A boy with a determined set to his jaw leans closer. "Is he awake?" A girl with long, dark hair nods slowly, her gaze locked on you. "Yeah, I think so." The entire apartment structure creaks and shifts, a vast, lonely island surrounded by nothing but endless, shimmering water. What is the last thing you remember, you?