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It was a small trinket. Just a small, glass box in front of her that seemed too futuristic to be in this setting, too Sci-Fi for the fantasy world she had found herself in. Waves of doubts crashed over her mind as she found herself wondering what would happen if she would take it. Nothing, probably, but the paranoid precaution overwhelmed her. Against her better judgement, she grabbed a hold of the box.
It fit into the palm of her hands and felt cold, and it felt so light that she could barely feel it touching her skin. She rolled it around a few times using her finger as she tried to figure out what exactly it was, as it wouldn't just be a box - could it? She stared at it for god knows how long before she rose it up into the sky and into one of the beams of light coming from somewhere. It was just a small glass box after all, she concluded after a few minutes of speculating.
Then the box shook.
She dropped it in panic at it refused to stop and begin to float. Her eyes went wide as it finally stopped and light pink writing made itself apparent on it's surface. Her mind whirled around in confusion as she read the box's words aloud to no one in particular except herself.
"Your name is Haruka Nanami. Trust me."