It's amazing how fast things can change. One moment you are settled down and living in a safe, secure environment and the moment you blink the world is shattered beneath your feet and nothing is certain. That's what happened to me. My name is Naoko Masuku, and at first, I had a pretty normal life. I liked my life, living along the warm Japanese coast at my family's house. But then my parents and I got into a car accident. We were hit by a drunk driver while heading back home, not long after my parents picked me up from my friend's house. Before I knew what was happening, I was on a train to the capital, Tokyo, now an orphan. The drunk driver and I were the only survivors.
I was in the hospital for weeks, though I can't remember how long I was there exactly. I do remember the white rooms, however. I can also recall laying there on the slightly uncomfortable beds, the blinding lights causing me to squint. My glasses had shattered in the accident, which didn't help my eyesight any. I never got to see the face of the man who hit us, though I suppose that's a good thing. I've never been good at keeping my emotions or thoughts hidden, and I still hate him for what he did.
I thought life couldn't get any more chaotic, but in the next year my life would get turned upside down. And this is where my story begins - on a train heading from a small costal town to a bustling, gigantic city.