"This… this isn’t my world." But before he could process it, two men in security uniforms stopped him at the university entrance. 

 "Hey, kid. We haven’t seen you before. Where’s your student ID?" Tadashi blinked. Security? There had never been guards at the school gates before.

 "S-Student ID?" He patted his pockets, searching desperately, until his fingers brushed against something unfamiliar. A plastic card. He pulled it out and stared. It had his face, his name, but the design was wrong. The logo was different. The ID looked newer, almost futuristic. And the expiration date. It was from a year that didn’t exist. One of the guards took it, squinting at it before nodding.

 "Looks real. Alright, you’re good. Get to class." Tadashi took back the ID with numb fingers. 

 "What the hell is going on…?" Tadashi entered the campus, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. 

The university, with its sleek, modern buildings and bustling campus, could have been straight out of an anime. The hallways were adorned with vibrant digital screens displaying class schedules and campus news, and the students, dressed in casual yet stylish attire, moved with the energy and enthusiasm of a thriving metropolis. As the lesson begins, the teacher starts checking for attendance.

 "Masuko, Shiori, Izumi...Ta-Tadashi? never heard that name before," the teacher starts scanning the class. 

 "Looks like we have a new student in class," the teacher announces. 

 "Huh...a new student, I wonder who it is?" Tadashi wonders as he looks at his surroundings. 

"You there, please stand and introduce yourself!" the teacher points her finger towards the boy expecting a response. 

 "What...me...?" Tadashi stands up with shock and begins to introduce himself.

 "F-for those who don't know, I'm Tadashi Murata, and I'm from Tokyo, nice to meet you all!" Tadashi sits down as the class buzzes with gossip and rumours. 

 "Tokyo...I've never heard of it...is it a place for the poor...ew, look at his hair...so disgusting...I bet he's from the slumps...lol," voices at the background begin to stab Tadashi as the rumours begin to spread. 

 "I thought something was off...but this is just my regular, everyday life," Tadashi starts to conclude, feeling a sense of relief from these past events.

 A few hours passed by and school comes to an end. Tadashi begins to walk home and passes through a dark and isolated alley. A group of 5 men start approaching him. 

 "Hey kid, drop everything down and put your hands on your head!" a man with a black hoddie commands. 

 The group starts to pull out their weapons, and all they could hear was a sigh. 

 "...looks like death came to pick me up," Tadashi thinks. 

 "Listen, I don't have anything so can you please make this fast," Tadashi replies. 

 "hooo, so you think you're in some kind of movie huh...c'mon guys, let's show him who's boss!" the man in the middle suggests. 

 As soon as Tadashi prepares for a beating, he feels something piercing through his chest. 

 "Huh...am I being stabbed" the boy thinks as he begins to fall. 

 "WHAT THE...I THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSE TO BEAT HIM, NOT KILL HIM...CRAP WE'RE GOING TO JAIL!" the men begin to argue and panic witnessing the boy bleeding out.

 "LET'S RUN FOR IT!" the man in the middle suggests.

 As Tadashi loses consciousness, he glares at the men dashing away. "Is this really the end?" the boy thinks as he draws his last breath