My name is Haruhi Fujioka. Well… that's what it is now.

I am a refuge. I was forced to flee from my country due to the recent uprising. I had to stay alive and stay safe; that was of the upmost importance, so I was told. I was brought to Japan, and forced to change my name and appearance just in case there was someone following me. But that wasn't good enough; I had to immerse myself in Japanese culture, seem like an average teenager. I had to go to school, work, do chores, all of which I hadn't done before in my life. It was all so overwhelming at first, but I quickly managed to accustom myself to the new lifestyle.

However, my mind was elsewhere. Most of my time was spent thinking of home or praying to return soon. I wanted the violence and the suffering to end, both for myself and my fellow citizens. I wanted my life to go back to what it was only a year ago, before the uprising.

I should have been more careful about what I wished for though. My wish was granted, but it certainly wasn't what I was expecting.