Her eyes slowly opened her vision blurry at first because of her unknown slumber. Moaning slowly as she slowly regained focus, the first thing that came to her head is where in the fuck she was, it wasn't her house, that was certain, hell she didn't have a home. "Where am I?" She asked herself, sitting up in the bed, ignoring the upcoming wave of nausea. She groaned in pain, "Ow." She mumbled, rubbing her eye as she swung her legs over the bed.

Her feet connected with the ground, wobbly, making it hard to stand up when she did, but managed to stay silent as she wobbled to the door like a baby fawn, resting on the open door panting, her legs week. She looked around in the other room, hearing something scrap against metal. Seeing a person with white hair hunched over the table sharpening a katana.

She looked around, along with having walking problems, she was hungry, all she saw on the dining table was a wire basket consisting of three bananas that where still connected, and an apple.

Mamimi tried her best to stay up, her legs still week as she wobbled to the chair that thankfully was pulled out as if she was meant to sit there. Eventually, overcoming all odds of losing her balance and managing not to disturb the man who sat hunched over the coffee table sharpening the lethal blade. Sitting down and grabbing the apple, looking at it, her nausea telling her not to eat her, but didn't bother, taking a bite of the apple.

The crunch of the fruit managing to alert the man; who looked behind him, seeing the girl who sat at the table, eating the red fruit, "Awake." the word sounded like a direct noun than actually asking Mamimi if she was awake.

She didn't seem bothered by the older mans presence, when in actuality, she was quite frightened, she had no clue where she was, who he was and what the hell is this world she's in.

She looked back at the fruit and took another bite, Vicious took a seat across from her.

"Mamimi…"

Mamimi was startled by the fact that the man knew her name, "How do you know my name?" She asked.

"I have your records… amazing you had them, most of the people who were in the gate accident and lived lost all their records. I guess you where lucky."

"Accident…" Mamimi asked, is that what happened? All she remembered was alright light and everything soon turning to darkness. Of course her memory was blurry, some details fuzzier than the others, she can remember something like that.

Mamimi tilted her head, taking another bite of the fruit. Vicious was acting more obidient than he thought, but now was not the time for a mental celebration. He had more important things on his mind. The girl who was currently eating away at the shiny red fruit.

"What happened?" She thought, or atleast wait she thought was a mental statment. When she actually said outloud that Vicious awnsered his quistion.

"There was a gate accident, destroying certain part of Earth, making those parts inhabbital. There were enough people to make Mars inhabbitable, some were put into a deep sleep for a few decades before put in crtogenic freezing facilies. You were taken from the facilty you were in."

Mamimi looked at him, slightly shocked that he managed to explain her situation in way that made her feel less alarmed. Well, up until he said: "Incase you were wondering, the year is 2071, you're currently on Mars."

Mamimi's eyes widened, dropping the half eaten fruit on the wooden table.

Mamimi didn't see why she was so shocked either, besides her success as a photographer, she had no one else, she left Naoto, she had no clue what happened to Haruko, and gave up on Tasku.

Maybe it was because of the fact that everything is unfamiliar, everthing she once knew is outdated, everything is now new to her.

Vicious didn't do anything to console the troubled girl, he had no experience of how to console troubled girls, or the girl at hand. All he could say was: "You're lucky, most people in your situation would be working with this alone. You are living with me, but don't let this go to your head, there are costs."

Mamimi nodded, he reminded her of another one, who saved her from certain death, in this, who knows what will lead her to death. But it made her call him, "Tasku."

Vicious looked at her firmly, "If you're gonna call me by anything, call me Vicious."

She nodded, sadly for Vicious, he didn't know Mamimi's past, or annoying and dangerous tendancies.