Draconilian — Roleplayer Guild

"What, was that?" Ken never dreamed, supposedly that was a sign of unhealthy sleep, though he never felt like he didn't get enough, a solid eight hours a night. But they always passed by instantly, never any dreams. Their rarity was enough to make him pay attention to it. Though in his mind, the memories were rapidly fading, all he could remember, was a strange man, and some cards... How peculiar. No time for further thought though. First day of a new year, his second year at Tsukiyama. The school was nice enough, nobody knew him, nobody cared to, and he didn't want anything to do with anybody. As far as his teachers were concerned, he was just a number. And that is how he preferred to be. Things work best when nobody gets into your business, and that's true of even the most innocuous business, the type of things that Ken concerned himself with these days, like stock trading. Much safer than drug dealing, and not as time consuming as an ordinary part time job. "It's practically the perfect crime, except it isn't even a crime. Making money multiply itself? How much better could it get?" He thought when he first started. All he had to do was follow the largest businesses and extrapolate what would happen to them. He had a nice amount saved, perhaps enough for a watch even better than his current one.

As much as he hated his current watch, it was highly functional, and that was enough to make him keep it, until he could replace it with something superior at least. Ken put on his new uniform and grabbed his watch off the endtable. He also remembered his knife, just in case. Not quite legal to carry around in school, but his pockets never got searched anyway, another thing worth keeping around for sheer function. He sped down the stairs of his apartment complex, onto the sidewalk. and took his place in the natural line of walking traffic. Thankfully the school was a short stroll from his home, and within five minutes he had reached the gates.

There were a few students still lingering around before the bell, but it wasn't in his nature to be tardy, so he kept a quick pace and made it into 2-4, the assigned classroom this year. Most other people had already arrived, so he took a spot near the back, one that nobody would want, but his vision was good, and it kept him from interacting with others. Since there was a handful of minutes left, he broke out his phone and began to check the news. The headline caught his attention, primarily because of it's local nature.

"Lhermitte Effect:" He mumbled under his breath "Mysterious illness causing intensely vivid hallucinations, occasionally suicide in the victims. Cases found locally, with an extra concentration at..." He scrolled down to see the last word.

"Tsukiyama High School?" he gasped, still quietly, but surely somebody heard him. No way, I've never seen anybody here freak out about something unreal... how recent is this? is it less severe than it sounds? is it all made up by the government to scare us or cover something up? Hmm, I'd best keep an eye out to see if anybody manifests symptoms He folded his hands and rested his chin on them, waiting for class to begin.

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