[color=MediumSeaGreen][h1][centre]Kazama Kosubaku[/centre][/h1][/color] 

[color=MediumSeaGreen]"That would be 2570 yen. Here's your change, I hope you have a good day sir"[/color]  Kazama said, as he smiled amicably at the old man. It has been a slow day, with only 5 customers so far. On days like these he liked to review what they did in class, his notebook tucked in a corner of the cashier's desk that couldn't be seen from the front. Of course, even if it was unseen, Kazama still closed it whenever a customer came in, as to not get distracted. He was a firm believer that any task, especially a job, should be done with 100% of your attention, no matter how small.  It was a philosophy that had served him well so far, and one that he would continue using in his everyday life.

He was about to open his notebook again when a sound interrupted him. It was a "thump-thump" that started to increase in volume. It felt like a heartbeat, a strange, creeping "thump-thump" that seemed to come from his surroundings, entering his body and making him sick to his bones. But the weirdness didn't end there. He could see, from where he was, that a woman was about to enter the market, except she didn't move. It was as if she was frozen in time.  Kazama moved from behind the desk and took a few hesitant steps toward the entrance, wondering if a gas leak nearby made him hallucinate what was going on. Once he reached the double doors, he realized it wasn't only the woman who was frozen, but the world itself. The characteristic sounds of machinery or birds had ceased to be.  Not even the slightest breeze could be felt. He was about to ask the woman if she was ok when suddenly she disappeared, and with her the light of the sun, an enormous moon in its place. 

The moonlight was the only source of light, but, after seeing the state of his surroundings, Kazama wished for darkness instead. Everywhere he looked, from the walls to the floor to the street signs was bathed with blood and gore. It was surreal, the combination of red, white, and black formed an otherwordly combination, a sight so alien it made his stomach churn.  The heartbeat got louder, and he didn't have time to guess it this time it was his own because a structure he could swear wasn't there a moment ago entered his view. It was a tower, if it could be called that, a gigantic spire in the distance that didn't belong to this world and went up and up and up, seemingly without end. He was so entranced by it that he didn't hear the wet thump behind him until he could feel it right on his neck. 

Kazama looked back, a scream in his mouth when everything stopped. He was back in the normal world. No blood, no moon, and definitely no tower. The woman that was about to enter the market seemed to hear him because she looked at him for a moment before a worried expression crossed her face. "Oh my, are you ok young man? your face is white"  

The words broke him from his trance, and he realized what strange sight he was giving. He tried to regain his composure and answered the woman [color=MediumSeaGreen]"Y-yeah, I was just... grabbing some trash from the street, come in madam, we are still open"[/color]  he said with a smile and went inside. If he could, he would go to the bathroom to throw up, but he couldn't leave a client unattended, it would look bad for the cameras, so he just gulped down the sickness he felt and tried to get his mind in his work.

But there was just one thing that couldn't leave his thoughts. Even if what happened just now felt like a fever dream, he could feel, deep inside him, that it was somehow familiar.