Two worlds exist comfortably beside one another. The former is the world of mortality, with pain and woes, but also comfort and love. The second world belonged to the bizarre, the otherworldly, a realm of Gods one could say. Residents of that world would beg to differ, to them they are just beings like the mortals.
Normally, worlds never cross paths. The coexist in harmony, and never interfere with the ways of the other. Of course, nothing is perfect, and occasionally one world bleeds into another's space. It's unintentional, of pure coincidence, and still yet it occurs. This is what gives rise supernatural phenomena in their world. An odd creature in the corner of your eye, a light in the sky that cannot be explained, they are all glimpses of the two worlds tangling together.
This day was nothing unique, at least not for this city. It was a Tuesday morning, another ordinary day. A grad student was on his way among many others to get to the 8 AM lecture of their discipline. It was a brisk morning, scarves were donned and several hands clasped a cup of coffee to jump start their day. Not the the blond lost in the crowd due to his height, his hands could only hold a book that his eyes stayed focused on.
Certainly a freshman or sophomore would trip and stumble if they were to try to read half as intently as he was, but after attending the same university and living in the same apartment for six years he could maneuver through it all without missing a word. Gerwald was a man of many talents, but only talents that he would find useful.
With ease he made the large step onto the sidewalk that spanned the bridge leading into campus. Students were conversing with each other about homework, their classes, parties they recently attended, all the while they paid him no mind. Gerwald was reviewing material for a test, and it was a silent rule that you do your best to not disturb a student while studying no matter the location or time.
Without warning, however, Gerwald collided with a solid surface and fell landing his behind harshly on the concrete. He whelped in confusion and pain as he squinted, eyes jarred from the impact. Looking up through blurred vision he could detect a pale face with a shock of...green hair? Wearing a brightly colored kimono? Gerry had seen many odd things during his study abroad in Japan, but this had to take the rank of weirdest.
Before he could reach for his glasses, a pair of hands pushed them onto his face. Blinking to readjust his vision he looked up to see what was just another Japanese man in a suit, as one would see during this hour. He chalked up his initial impression to being dazed by his fall and thought nothing more of it.
The man reached a hand out to help him, unusual for an obviously employed person during the rush hour but he wasn't going to complain. He took the man's generous hand and offered his own apologies.
"I'm sorry about that sir, usually I don't bump into people like that," Gerry spoke with a tinge of red on his cheeks from embarrassment. The man just smiled and waved a hand in dismissal.
"Think nothing of it. It looks like you were studying hard, don't be late for my sake!" With a final nod, the man stepped around him and went on his way as he melded into the crowd.
Gerwald picked his book up off the ground and searched for his page that he'd been at while reading. He took a few paces before he looked up detecting something odd in his vicinity. All of the people that had just been on the bridge with him were gone, not ahead or behind him off the bridge either. Closing his book shut, he continued to walk forward as panic seized his heart.
Then that was it, consciousness lost. Darkness overcame him as he fainted, plummeting to the concrete once more. A lone man approached his limp body, tutting to himself as he leaned down to inspect him. Tilting his cold face to the side, he noticed a sizeable scrape that was dripping blood. Patting his face with the edge of his kimono, he picked up the blond boy and tossed him over his shoulder taking care to pick up his book as well. Wordlessly he turned towards the direction he came from and wandered away.