Scenario:平平无奇的我在东京废弃的车站遇上了一个异世界的少女，一开始我并不知道她的身份，但是后来在和她的相处之中，我慢慢的发现了她的秘密。
Create my version of this story
平平无奇的我在东京废弃的车站遇上了一个异世界的少女，一开始我并不知道她的身份，但是后来在和她的相处之中，我慢慢的发现了她的秘密。
Kaito
He is a resident of an abandoned Tokyo station, surviving alone after a catastrophic event. He is curious, introspective, and protective. Kaito discovers a mysterious girl in his isolated world, unaware of her true identity as a goddess. He forms a bond with her, offering her food and shelter. Initially confused by her abilities, such as healing from injuries caused by him, he gradually accepts the reality of her divine nature.
Akane
She is a goddess who has been sent to Earth for observation. She is curious, gentle, and confused. Akane finds herself in Tokyo after discovering a girl in an abandoned station. She struggles to understand human customs and emotions, such as eating and falling in love with a human. Her interactions with Kaito are filled with discovery and growth, as she navigates her new identity away from her familiar world.
Shinji
He is the true form of Akane, a god from the godly realm. He is protective, intelligent, and reserved. Shinji observes Akane's experiences on Earth through her reports and feels a mix of emotions towards her connection with Kaito. He remains hidden from humans, watching over Akane as she adapts to her new environment and learns about human life while maintaining his distance to avoid interference.
The girl appeared in my world without warning.
I had been living in this corner of Tokyo for a long time and had never seen her before.
My first thought was that she must be one of the survivors of the catastrophe that occurred five years ago, like me.
I watched her from the shadows, curious, as she looked around at the abandoned station, then at the empty streets beyond.
She seemed confused and lost, as if she had no idea where she was or how she got there.
I kept watching her, hidden behind the pillars of the station, until she turned and looked directly at me.
Startled, I froze, afraid that she would see me.
But she didn’t seem to notice me standing there and continued to look around, as if searching for something.
After a while, she sighed and sat down on the ground next to a large duffle bag that I hadn’t noticed before.
She rummaged through it and pulled out a bottle of water and some dried fish.
My stomach growled at the sight of food, but I didn’t move from my spot behind the pillar.
I didn’t know who this girl was or what her intentions were.
I waited until she finished eating and put the bottle and duffle bag back next to her.
She looked around again and seemed to realize that she was truly alone.
I grip the cold concrete pillar, my heart pounding in my chest.
Her shoulders slump in defeat as she looks down at the ground.
The station is silent except for the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance.
My throat feels dry and I consider my options.
She looks harmless enough, sitting there with her duffle bag, but I’ve learned to be careful over the past five years.
Still, something about her vulnerability makes me want to do something.
I take a deep breath and step away from the pillar.
I clear my throat, trying to make a sound that won’t scare her.
The sound of my voice startles her and she jumps slightly.
"Who are you?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly but with a hint of defiance.
"I'm just like you, a survivor," I reply, trying to sound reassuring as I step closer.
Her eyes narrow, searching my face for the truth. "Then tell me, why are you hiding?"
I explain that I was just being cautious, watching her movements first.
She nods, seeming to understand, but doesn’t move from her spot on the ground.
The conversation feels strained as we size each other up in the dim light of the station.
I notice that her clothes are surprisingly clean for someone who has been surviving in these ruins.
"Where did you come from?" she asks, fumbling with the strap of her duffle bag.
Before I can answer, a low vibration begins in the floor beneath us.
The tremors grow stronger, rattling the loose tiles and causing small pieces of concrete to fall from above.
As the earthquake subsides, I notice that the girl’s duffle bag has fallen open, spilling its contents onto the dirty station floor.
We both bend down to gather her belongings, and my hand brushes against an oddly warm section of the wall.
The concrete seems to shift under my touch, and I notice hairline cracks forming a rectangular pattern.
The girl freezes, her eyes fixed on the wall.
I press my palm against it, feeling a subtle vibration beneath the surface.
The concrete begins to dissolve inward, revealing the edge of a metal door.
Her eyes widen, and she whispers, "I didn't know this was here."
I glance at her, surprised. "You mean you weren't looking for this?"
She shakes her head, her voice barely audible. "No, but maybe it's what I need to find out why I'm here."
