Chapter One
Boredom was a bitch.
It had been two days since my parents went out of country for their job (don't ask me what they're doing. I've no idea) and I've exhausted just about all my sources of entertainment.
I watched all of the movies in our collection that I liked, the ones I hated, and the ones that put me to sleep. My little library was full of books that I knew well enough to recite and, dare I say it for fear that Jashin-sama strike me down, fanfiction had gotten [insert shudder here] boring.
Now, while I was wallowing in my zombie state, something quite unusual was happening outside.
As if time itself had paused, everything just. . . stopped.
Of course, I was too busy (wallow wallow) to notice that I was one of the only people still active in the universe.
The other was an ancient old man who was setting a large box down on my front porch. He rang the doorbell and ran off, cackling like the madman he probably was.
As I went to answer the door, I had no idea that the contents of said box would change (screw over) my life forever.
END OF CHAPTER ONE