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Kamen Rider Goji Presents: A Possibility in the Multiverse
There are countless universes with infinite possibilities. In Dr. Exposition's ZKDverse, Misha Shirow tragically died of leukemia. But what if, in another universe, her illness went into remission? What if she survived to see a future full of hope — only to face something even worse?
This is one such possibility. Beware what happens next.
Prologue: The Dark Figure
The church bells tolled, their echoes weaving through the crisp morning air.
Misha Shirow stepped out into the sunlight, her warm smile lighting up her delicate features. Her shoulder-length brown hair swayed as she walked, and her red turtleneck sweater and plaid skirt gave her the look of a young woman ready to embrace the future.
Beside her, her younger brother Masaru chatted happily, his brown hair tousled by the breeze. A boy of fifteen, he carried himself with a youthful energy that matched his bright red t-shirt and casual black pants. A bag hung over his shoulder, the strap bouncing as he walked.
Their parents followed close behind. Their father, Tensai, was a tall, sharp-looking man in a brown business suit, glasses perched on his nose. Their mother, known as Trophy for her breathtaking beauty, looked effortlessly elegant in a white blouse and plaid skirt, her golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. Despite their wealth and power, the Shirow family radiated warmth and togetherness as they stepped away from the church.
"It's a beautiful day," Misha said, clasping her hands together.
"It really is," Masaru agreed.
"And thanks to God, we have this day," Tensai added. "We'll never forget how blessed we are, Misha, that your leukemia went into remission. It's nothing short of a miracle."
Misha smiled softly. Her recovery had been an answer to countless prayers. Every moment since her remission had felt like a gift — a second chance at life.
"Praise God," Trophy said, her voice warm. "And now that we've spent our morning at church, what's next for today?"
"Work," Tensai reminded her. "We have calls to take, meetings to schedule…"
"And what about us?" Misha asked, glancing at her brother. "Can Masaru and I go for a walk in the park?"
Their parents exchanged hesitant looks.
"I don't know," Tensai spoke in uncertainty. "We've been lucky once. I don't want to risk anything happening to you."
"It's just the park," Misha insisted gently. "I've gone there before, and it's safe. I promise."
Masaru grinned and pulled a small taser from his bag, "And I've got this. No one's messing with us."
Trophy sighed, "Let them go, Tensai. We'll drive nearby, just in case."
Tensai finally relented, "Fine. But don't go wandering too far. Stay where we can see you."
"We will," Misha promised, her smile widening.
With that, the parents climbed into their limo and drove off, leaving the siblings to enjoy their walk.
The park was a serene slice of nature tucked into the bustling city. The siblings strolled along the paths, admiring the trees and flowers swaying in the breeze.
"This place is so peaceful," Misha praised, breathing deeply.
"Yeah," Masaru agreed. "So, what's your big dream, now that you're healthy?"
Misha smiled, "I want to start a nonprofit. Something that helps people — maybe humanitarian work. I want to make a difference."
"That's so you," Masaru remarked, laughing. "I wish I had a clue what I wanted to do. Mom and Dad want me to take over the family business, but I don't know if I'm cut out for it."
"Well, when I start my nonprofit, you can always be head security for me," Misha teased.
"Seriously?"
"Of course! Siblings running a business together — it'll be fun."
Masaru grinned, "I love you, sis."
"I love you too," Misha sweetly returned, pulling him into a hug.
But their moment of peace shattered.
"Cute," a voice hissed, cold and mocking.
Misha turned, her blood running cold. A dark figure stood before them, cloaked in shadow. Before she could react, its hand plunged into her chest.
"AAAAAAH!" Misha screamed, her body convulsing as if electricity coursed through her veins.
"Misha!" Masaru shouted, reaching for his taser. But the figure moved faster. Its other hand grabbed his face, lifting him off the ground like a ragdoll.
Masaru jabbed the taser into the figure's arm, but it only tightened its grip. A sickeningcrunchechoed through the air as the dark figure crushed his skull with effortless strength.
"Masaru!" Misha sobbed, tears streaming down her face as her brother's lifeless body dropped to the ground.
The figure turned its cold gaze back to her, its hand still buried in her chest. "No Seed," it muttered, almost bored. "What a disappointment."
Misha's body spasmed violently as the figure's hand clenched tighter. "Stop…please…"
"I wonder," the figure mused, ignoring her pleas. "What happens if I crush your heart? Let's find out."
With a sickening squelch, the figure closed its hand into a fist. Misha's eyes went wide in horror before her body exploded into chunks of flesh and blood, raining down in a grotesque shower around the figure.
"Interesting," the figure murmured, brushing off invisible specks of blood. "Time to find more subjects." Without another glance, it disappeared into the shadows, leaving nothing but devastation behind.
Tensai and Trophy returned to the park, their limo pulling up just as a crowd gathered around the chaos.
Something was wrong.
"The kids!" Trophy gasped, her heart sinking.
They ran toward the commotion, pushing through the civilians and police who tried to block them.
"Let us through!" Tensai shouted. "They're our children!"
The officers hesitated before reluctantly stepping aside. The sight that awaited them shattered their hearts.
Masaru's broken body lay crumpled on the ground, surrounded by unrecognizable chunks of flesh. Trophy dropped to her knees, cradling Masaru's corpse as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Why?!" she screamed. "Why, God?! Why would you do this to us?!"
Tensai knelt beside her, his fists clenched in silent fury. He inspected the flesh chunks around them, recognizing bits of fabric that had belonged to Misha. A storm of rage and despair consumed him.
Who did this? Why? What kind of monster would destroy his family?
Whoever it was, they would pay.
He swore it with every fiber of his being.
Shirows' Agito Season
Kamen Rider Goji: This prologue sets the stage for one possibility in the multiverse. What will happen next in the world of Dr. Exposition's AGITΏ: Warriors of Creation? How will the Shirows' deaths shape the events to come?
This story borrows its brutal tone from shows like The Boys, and the shocking deaths of the siblings serve as a dark catalyst for what's to follow.
Stay tuned.