nana-osaki123

Prologue         “He’s awake.” Shouts a woman in maid wear carrying sheets from another room. It was like being a ghost he was watching over the scene unable to move or speak. Just a passing traveler curious about the lives of others.      Staring into his eyes was what looked like an unwell young woman with despair written all across her face. Her heart grief stricken that was plain to see. As he watched over the scene of many strange people, some quite familiar to him, entering this desolate room. He wasn't quite sure whose eyes he was looking through. Were these his own it do they belong to a stranger that has been cas