Testing…. Hello Readers
"Soon to be Viewers"
SOON to be Viewers… I hope…
"you know what let's just write it R/V => Readers/Viewers… If we get an anime it'll be good for our source of funding hehehee"
Correct, correct… Alright then..
Hello R/V, I am Camera, the Cameramen. Yes I am the entity that YOU Memed for being immortal, and record the stories.
And this person beside me, is TIS, one of YOUR KIND that accidentally exist in fiction.
"I am not an avatar… I am truly isekai'd… ISEKAI IS REAL FOLKS JUST NOT IN THE WAY YOU THINK"
Yeahh…
"Isekai can only happened if GOD gives you the permission"
Really ?
"Yeah…"
Ohhh
"Please continue"
Oh ok, sure… Ehm… And so… reason why this TIS guy existed in this fictional world, is because…. There is a disease… that is infecting the Verse either in the hidden world, or the Main world.
"Hidden world is a story that You guys create by imagining things WITHOUT writing, or drawing, or basically making it a reality.. through anime, movies, novels, hentai, doujin, you name it. When it doesn't have a realistic appearance. Whereas Main world is the opposite"
Indeed… Main world rarely get the disease, and most of the time this disease infect the Hidden world.
"Reason why hidden world is easily infected, obviously because it's still not protected by a law called…."
Both : THE COPYRIGHT LAW "or TCL for short"
"Just like the immune system, Innate by it's natural system, and adaptive through difficulty of writing, drawing, animating, or gaining permission to release it, TCL implemented a substantial barrier for the verse / world, making it resistant to disease"
What is disease you ask ???
"It's called…"
THE HIDDEN ROUTE…
"Pretty cringy name but oh well.."
LOL
"So yeah, both of us are going to enter a world, fight and solve the hidden route, and get out like nothing ever happen"
EXACTLY, Like season one
"Like Season 1"
Honestly, isn't this like our first ONLY hidden route problems ?
"yeah, most of the time IDC is involved and SOME OF IT occurs in the main route.. hell HMN even breaks the copyright law"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"I'm glad you still know me though"
Awwww….. no homo
"No homo"
"that wasn't even close to homo"
Just keeping distance TIS.
"The hell"
Oh one more thing, Viewers ! from now, if I talks to character or maybe TIS
"Let's just hope it's only TIS"
Yeahh…. I'll use this note ( ' ' ) where when I turn on my description, it'll be like a usual novel….
"Where hopefully Description will be turned off…"
IF WE get an anime that is
"In our dreams, Realistic dreams for me, and fictional dreams for you HAHAHAH"
LMAO
"Okay then, how about we enter it now… Don't want the HR to turn into IDC."
HR is hidden route…
Well, let's go, also I can't wait for the bulls**** laws of verse we need to obey to make the world survive HAHAHA
"Kinda like operating a patient"
IKUZOOO, ENTAAAARRRUUU DA WARUDOOOO
CLANKKKK booom TSSSHHHHH
Okay here we are ! this world is named "I got isekai'd as an ultimate god that have no powers"
"Obviously a lie… no way he won't have any powers."
Hey chill mann…chill
"Soo… where do we start… Oh Camera, you should describe the place first"
Oh yeah I gorfot…. Forgot… sorry…
We dropped down and arrive at a familiar place, it was a school rooftop
Description turned on
On the rooftop of a quiet building, the late afternoon sky was melting into a palette of gold and lavender. The sun, low on the horizon, painted the clouds in soft hues, while the breeze moved gently through the open space—carrying the faint scent of dust and distant blossoms from potted plants tucked into corners.
Near the rusted metal railing, a small piece of paper fluttered on the ground, quivering with each breath of wind. Faint footprints led to that spot, pausing as if someone had stood there for a long time, thinking—or feeling. The concrete tiles beneath still held the sun's warmth, though shadows were slowly stretching across them, quiet and cool.
An old wooden bench rested beneath a water tank, its chipped paint worn by time. It stood silent, as if holding the echoes of a voice that had just dared to speak the truth. The air wasn't empty. It was filled with something unseen—tension softened by release, the ghost of a moment still lingering.
And above, a lone bird cut through the sky—its wings carving a gentle arc through the fading light, carrying with it a secret no longer hidden.
"AI"
' I am an AI '
' We already dropped in the world.. from the descriptions.. it seems somebody have just confessed here… '
"Yeah.. the romantic feelings still lingers"
' Could it be the main character ? '
"Can't really tell, but let's sit on that bench first" points at the nearby bench "Oh and put yourself on third person view"
'Already do buddy '
"Oh really ? but your head is still intact"
Camera steps to the side
"Ohh… you already split yourself, okay"
' yeah '
The bench creaked softly as Camera and TIS settled into it, the old wood bending under the quiet weight of two visitors from a different world. The rooftop hadn't changed—the golden light still hung low in the sky, stretching long shadows across the concrete tiles. The breeze moved gently, as if trying not to disturb the lingering emotion in the air.
The paper near the railing fluttered again, catching the fading sunlight on its edges. Footprints remained where they had been, unmoved, like imprints of a moment too tender to erase. Nothing had shifted physically, and yet the entire place felt like it was holding something between breaths—something invisible, but not forgotten.
Camera leaned back, letting his gaze drift upward, as if trying to read the sky's memory.
TIS sat forward, elbows on his knees, staring ahead in silence. Neither spoke.
They didn't need to.
This rooftop wasn't theirs.
But for a while, they shared its silence.
And that was enough.
The wind brushed past again, cool and soft like a gentle exhale. Camera closed his eyes for a second, letting the air wash over him.
"The air felt good… someone's gonna have a great day," he said, more to himself than to anyone else.
The wind brushed past again, cool and soft like a gentle exhale. Camera closed his eyes for a second, letting the air wash over him.
'The air felt good… someone's gonna have a great day.'
TIS nodded slightly, eyes still scanning the empty schoolyard beyond the rooftop's edge.
"Yeah, I think so too… should we go after them? Or…"
He paused, glancing toward Camera. "Should you split yourself while we discuss our plan here?"
'That sounds good… '
Camera stood, dusted off his coat, and lifted one hand to his chest. A faint mechanical whirring echoed out from within him, like a camera lens adjusting focus. A second later, light broke away from his body—fragmenting into a silhouette identical to his own.
'Split.'
The clone stepped forward, wordless, and with a small nod, hopped off the ledge with an impossible weightlessness—vanishing into the building below, ready to follow the invisible trail of story.
'And off they go…'
Camera returned to his seat beside TIS, the bench creaking softly again. The wind had stilled for a moment, like the world was waiting to see what they'd do next.
The sun dipped lower. The paper near the railing finally stopped fluttering.
Something in the story had shifted.
"It always shifted"
'hahahaa'
TIS stood up and stretched his arms with a casual grunt, then pointed toward a corner of the rooftop near the stairwell where an old vending machine stood blinking quietly—somehow still powered in this world.
"Alright, there's a vending machine there, I'll go get us some drinks."
Camera gave a small wave, still seated on the bench, legs crossed loosely.
'Thanks, I want some energy drinks.'
"Coming right up."
TIS walked off with his usual laid-back gait, hands in his pockets. The soles of his shoes tapped softly against the rooftop floor, a steady rhythm in the fading quiet. The vending machine let out a nostalgic hum, the kind that echoed memories of after-school chats and lonely evenings.
Camera remained on the bench, eyes half-lidded but alert. The wind picked up again—only slightly—and the paper by the railing finally lifted into the air, spiraling away into the open sky.
'…This world's mood is too calm,' he thought. 'Like it's trying too hard to hide something.'
Somewhere below, his clone moved through the school halls like a silent observer.
TIS returned, holding two cans with different colors—one a flashy neon green, the other a muted blue. He handed the green one to Camera without looking, then sat back down on the bench with a soft sigh.
"Here you go..."
'Ay thanks.'
A satisfying clink followed as Camera popped open the can. A faint hiss of carbonation filled the air before fading into silence again.
"So... what is this world about?"
Camera took a sip, then raised his hand slightly. From his wrist, a small black lens unlatched itself and floated mid-air—projecting a soft blue holographic screen between them, like a page pulled from the fabric of fiction.
'Hold on, I'll open the route archive.'
Lines of text and fragmented images scrolled across the glowing surface—worldbuilding notes, plotlines, character data, some corrupted, some fully visible. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than guessing blind.
TIS leaned forward, eyes squinting as he tried to make sense of the flickering patterns.
"Too bad we can only see what will happen… not actually enter it."
Camera nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful.
'If we can enter it that easy, we could straight up enter the segments of route—be it fanfictional route, alternate route, or even main route…'
The archive pulsed softly, responding to his voice. One particular line blinked faintly—like a heartbeat waiting to be noticed.
The holographic archive scrolled smoothly, slowing down at a highlighted entry marked "Prologue/Opening Event". Camera squinted at the notes and casually read it aloud.
'So... the story line is that, I'm assuming the main character has just confessed his feelings, and he got accepted.'
TIS let out a quiet breath, almost a chuckle.
"No wonder it felt so warm..."
Camera tilted his head a bit, eyes still on the archive.
'Yeah, after that he went back home and got hit by a truck and goes to Isekai.'
TIS blinked slowly.
"...Classic."
A can clinked against concrete as Camera placed his drink down beside the bench.
The warm golden light had begun to fade, giving way to cooler blues and purples as evening approached. The wind stirred again, no longer gentle—more uncertain. Even the vending machine in the corner gave off a flicker, like it had sensed the tonal whiplash.
Camera swiped through a few more entries. More route segments appeared: "Stat Check Begins", "Meeting the Goddess", "Fake Weakness Trope", and… something else. A section that hadn't been titled properly—just labeled ERROR: ROUTE COLLISION DETECTED.
TIS leaned closer. "...Didn't the truck part feel a little too convenient?"
Camera didn't answer immediately. He was already staring at that glitched segment, his lens slowly adjusting focus.
'Something's off.'
Camera narrowed his eyes at the flickering section.
'ERROR: ROUTE COLLISION DETECTED'
The letters pulsed erratically, glitching between fonts, like something—or someone—was trying to rewrite the story in real time.
TIS leaned in, his voice low. "...That's not supposed to be there."
Camera didn't answer right away. He tapped the projection with two fingers, enhancing the corrupted segment. Images flashed and jittered: the main character's confession, the walk home… the truck…
Then it stopped.
A blank frame.
Followed by static.
Then—briefly—an image that shouldn't exist: the main character standing in front of a familiar-looking desk, surrounded by lights and cameras… looking directly at the lens.
'That's not the isekai world,' Camera muttered. 'That's a recording set.'
TIS frowned. "Wait… the character… saw you?"
Before Camera could respond, the projection let out a sharp buzz and collapsed into a blur of distorted text.
Route Archive Closed. Access Denied.
The wind on the rooftop picked up sharply, no longer playful—now insistent, like a warning. The light dimmed a little faster than it should've.
Camera and TIS exchanged a glance.
'This isn't just a route glitch.'
"...It's a reroute."
TIS narrowed his eyes, the tone in his voice suddenly flat. "Check your clone."
Camera blinked, surprised by the shift. 'Alright…'
He lifted his hand, palm open. The lens embedded in his wrist flickered for a moment—then displayed a small projection: a live feed from his clone's perspective.
Only, it wasn't live.
It was dark. Static. Then suddenly—
A clear image.
The rooftop.
From a different angle.
Camera tilted his head. 'Ohh... it's my own clone... he came back.'
The feed didn't show him walking back up the stairs. There were no footsteps. No sounds.
Just… a sudden shift, and he was already there—standing a few meters away, near the vending machine. Perfectly still. Back facing them.
Camera slowly turned his head to match the view.
And there it was.
His clone.
Silent. Facing the opposite direction. Not moving.
TIS frowned, posture shifting just a bit—like a predator noticing something unnatural in the grass.
"Did you call him back?"
'No.'
A pause.
The wind had stopped again.
Too still.
Too quiet.
The clone obeyed without hesitation, its movements fluid—too fluid. It stepped toward the bench slowly, quietly, until it stood just beside Camera, the vending machine light flickering behind it.
The clone returned to Camera's side, silent as ever. No report. No memory. No recorded anomaly.
TIS leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So… no reaction at all."
Camera shook his head slightly.
'None. Not from the characters. Not from the world. Not even from the Copyright Law.'
TIS exhaled through his nose, more impressed than worried.
"Good. That means we're still clean. Honestly I thought that we got noticed loll, also meant that the ERROR was Lore Accurate "
Camera leaned back again, letting his clone dissolve back into fragments of light—gone without a trace.
'Yeah. The system doesn't see us. And that's exactly what we want.'
The wind picked up once more, brushing over the rooftop as if trying to resume the story's pacing. Somewhere in the school below, the protagonist's route continued to unfold. People moved. Events progressed.
All without noticing the two outsiders sitting quietly just outside the page.
'We don't interact. We don't interfere. We're not here to play hero or rewrite anything.'
TIS looked toward the distant skyline, where the last light of day was slipping behind the buildings.
"Just fix the Hidden Route. Quietly. In and out."
'Exactly.'
The rooftop held its silence again.
TIS rose from the bench, brushing the back of his pants as he looked toward the stairwell leading down into the school building. The vending machine beside them gave a final ding as if acknowledging their shift in focus.
"Alright, let's look around. Maybe we could find something unique."
Camera remained seated a moment longer before standing as well, the archive screen quietly dissolving behind him.
'Yeah, sure.'
TIS stretched his arms casually, but his voice turned a bit more serious.
"One more thing… since I'm a human, I can be seen by characters. And you, as a Camera, can't be seen."
Camera nodded once, lens briefly adjusting itself with a soft whir.
'Don't worry.'
He began to float just slightly above the ground, silent as ever—his steps leaving no trace. Already fading into the background like a shadow without light.
'They won't see me… and if they do, it's already too late.'
The wind brushed past them one last time as they made their way toward the stairwell—leaving behind the quiet rooftop, and stepping into the deeper layers of a world that didn't know it was being watched.
TIS raised a brow as he walked down the first few steps.
"Too late for what? If they see us, IDC would've already happened."
Camera let out an audible groan—half-exaggerated, half-serious.
'AHHH, IDC IS REALLY DIFFICULT TO BE HANDLED.'
TIS laughed, genuine and careless.
"HAHAHAHA… let's go. Other NPC characters like janitors or maybe teachers should still be in this school. We can talk to the janitor—not the teachers."
Camera floated behind him, gliding just above the steps without making a sound.
'If the teacher noticed us, they'd realize we're strangers. And when they realize… the Route realizes. And that would be… not good.'
They reached the bottom of the stairwell, the door creaking slightly as it opened into a dimly lit hallway. The fluorescent lights above flickered rhythmically, and the air smelled faintly of cleaning fluid and dust.
TIS glanced over his shoulder.
"You still cloaked?"
'Always. You forget who I am?'
"Yeah yeah, Mr. Cameramen."
They moved deeper into the hallway, past empty classrooms and posters peeling off the walls. Somewhere in the distance, the muffled sound of a mop dragging across the floor echoed softly.
The janitor was still here.
Right where they needed him.
steps as he approached the corner of the hallway, where an old janitor in a faded blue uniform was slowly mopping near the restroom doors.
The janitor glanced up, slightly startled, then gave a nod.
"Hey there, kid. Still at school this late?"
TIS rubbed the back of his neck and gave a sheepish smile.
"Ah… yeah, just finished PE. Had to go back and grab my towel."
The janitor leaned on his mop. "Don't overdo it, or you'll end up with cramps and detention."
TIS chuckled awkwardly.
"Hehe, yeah. I'll keep that in mind."
From just behind him, an invisible presence floated silently.
'He seems normal so far… try asking something indirect. See if there's any narrative drift in his memory.'
TIS tilted his head slightly, as if stretching his neck, trying to mask his reaction.
"Say, sir… has anything weird been going on in the school lately? Like… stuff you don't usually see?"
The janitor blinked. "Weird? Huh… you mean like kids sneaking into the gym after hours or that raccoon that got into the science room?"
TIS nodded slowly. "Yeah… or anything that felt... off? Like, suddenly different?"
The janitor narrowed his eyes a bit, thoughtful.
"Well… now that you mention it, this morning I thought I heard someone crying on the rooftop. But when I went up there, no one was around. Just a weird feeling in the air. Made the back of my neck tingle, y'know?"
TIS glanced slightly sideways, toward where Camera would be.
'…Crying on the rooftop. Was that before or after we arrived?'
Camera's voice came in low.
'Before. At least, two route seconds earlier.'
TIS turned back to the janitor.
"Huh… and that happened today?"
"Yeah. Around sundown."
The janitor paused. Then looked at TIS a bit more closely.
"…Hey, you okay, kid? You been talking to someone?"
TIS blinked.
"My friend Camera the cameramen"
'…You're making this harder than it needs to be.'
The janitor scratched his head slowly. "You… uh, okay there? You sure you're not dehydrated or something?"
TIS just gave a thumbs-up and the most sincere smile he could muster.
"All good, sir! I always talk to him when I'm tired."
The janitor just stared.
Then quietly went back to mopping.
As they turned a corner, the lights above flickered softly, casting long shadows across the tiled hallway. TIS walked slowly, deep in thought.
"I noticed something."
Camera floated just behind, silent for a moment before answering.
'Yeah… you're right. The janitor stated that there was someone crying on the rooftop before we came, but when we arrived, the scenery was so romantic that there had to be a confession that just occurred…'
His tone shifted into a more focused one as if drawing invisible strings between events.
'I speculate that the MC and his love interest confessed to each other, thus making the Route generate that scenery. However, this person—whoever cried—had to be an NPC. Because despite the emotional signal, the Route didn't flag it. Didn't register anything unusual.'
They passed by a row of lockers, still marked with class names.
'But when we arrived… there was no abnormality. Which means she was meant to be there. No disturbance. No conflict. No delay. Unless…'
Camera paused, as if zooming in mentally on a timestamp.
'She left just before we came… not shortly after.'
TIS gave a small nod, hands in his jacket pockets.
"Indeed... but not only that, I also noticed another thing."
Camera's tone sharpened slightly.
'What is it?'
TIS stopped walking. Slowly, dramatically, he raised a hand and pointed out the window toward a minimarket billboard across the street.
"Water bottle discount."
Camera was silent for a full second.
Then, flatly: '...I hate you.'
TIS grinned. "Hydration is important, Camera."
The school's side gate creaked as TIS pushed it open, stepping out into the fading evening light. The vending machine glow from across the street pulsed like a beacon—the true route, the hydration route.
Camera floated just behind him, still invisible to the world. Cars passed by lazily on the road, and a cicada buzzed somewhere in the background. Nothing out of place. No strange fluctuations. Just… normal.
TIS stepped into the minimarket, the glass door sliding open with a friendly ding.
Inside, the air conditioning hit like a blessing. The familiar hum of refrigerator units, the soft pop of snack bags shifting on shelves, and the subtle chime of promo jingles filled the air.
Camera hovered near the ceiling, watching silently.
'Still no narrative pressure. This zone's clean.'
TIS walked straight to the back, eyes locking onto the row of water bottles—clear, untinted, perfectly standard.
"Essence of life," he muttered.
'Just grab the bottle.'
He did. One, then another. TIS always believed in staying two steps ahead. Even when it came to hydration.
He walked up to the cashier, a bored-looking high schooler tapping his phone. The transaction was simple. No awkward glances. No mysterious stares. Just the dull beep of the scanner and a mechanical "thank you."
Back outside, TIS cracked the bottle open, took a long sip, then offered the second one up casually toward empty air.
"Want one?"
'...You know I don't have a digestive tract, right?'
TIS shrugged. "Just being polite."
The empty bottle crinkled softly in TIS's hand as they re-entered the school grounds. The hallways were even quieter now, almost serene. The occasional distant footstep or door creak echoed faintly, but nothing drew suspicion.
They ascended the stairwell again, the dim light overhead buzzing like it was trying to stay awake.
Camera floated silently behind him, ever watchful.
The rooftop greeted them with a familiar breeze, cool and light, brushing past like nothing had changed.
City lights shimmered far below. The bench stood quietly beneath the water tank. The vending machine hummed in its corner. The paper from earlier? Gone—maybe blown away, maybe picked up, maybe it never existed at all.
TIS scanned the area as he stepped forward, his gaze sweeping left to right. Then he stopped.
"...It doesn't even look like someone just erased things. Totally normal."
Camera hovered a few steps behind him, lens gently rotating as he analyzed the scene.
'The Main Route also didn't deviate.'
TIS tilted his head.
"No glitches. No script pauses. No temporal hiccups. Just... nothing."
He stepped toward the railing, resting one hand on it casually.
"You'd think someone crying their heart out would at least leave a scratch on the air."
'Not even a dent.'
For a moment, they both stood there—surrounded by a perfectly natural rooftop under a perfectly ordinary night sky.
And that's what made it so strange.
Not because something was wrong.
But because nothing ever felt wrong at all.
TIS leaned on the railing for a bit longer, looking out toward the faint glow of the city horizon.
"Should we do like the IDC? Do chaotic things till the Route notices there is something wrong with itself?"
Camera gave an audible hum—half disapproval, half concern.
'No… I don't think that's going to be efficient. Chaotic things can also trigger IDC, right?'
TIS exhaled sharply through his nose, then nodded. "Yeahh…"
A pause.
The vending machine clicked softly in the background. A soft wind passed between them.
'Should we just… head outside now? Wouldn't want to be noticed by the security.'
TIS stepped away from the railing, stretching both arms lazily overhead.
"And find a place to sleep, that is…" He patted his jacket pocket. "...Got some money."
Camera drifted down beside him as they made their way back to the stairwell, the door slowly creaking open behind them. Their footsteps were light. Their presence remained unregistered.
They walked along the quiet sidewalk, lit by the soft orange glow of old streetlights. The school building now behind them, towering and silent, like a finished stage play.
TIS sighed heavily, adjusting the strap of the cheap plastic bag he picked up from a convenience store.
"Man… we really would get our stuff if SOMEBODY"—he shot a look over his shoulder—"didn't throw my bag away."
Camera floated just above and behind him, clearly unbothered.
'sorry… hehehehe.'
TIS muttered something under his breath about "equipment budget abuse" and kept walking.
They passed an intersection, the kind where the blinking pedestrian light always seemed too slow. City sounds were distant, muffled. A calm night. Nothing wrong. Nothing right. Just routine.
"Anyhow," TIS said, stepping onto the next block. "We need to pick an inn that's closest to that crying person. She seems to be our only clue for the Hidden Route."
Camera's lens flicked open slightly, glowing a faint blue as he rose a little higher above street level.
'On it, buddy.'
From his elevated vantage point, Camera's inner systems activated—scanning across rooftops, apartments, side streets, alleyways. Hundreds of background NPCs passed through his vision—students, workers, shopkeepers, teachers—blurred and filtered out.
Then, the scan paused.
One unit.
One room.
Dim light on.
A young woman seated by the window, looking out into the night. Still. Expression unreadable.
Camera zoomed in, data locking in around the building.
'Found her. Third floor of an old apartment complex, five blocks east. Route lists her as "non-registered NPC."'
TIS blinked "Meaning?"
'Meaning… the story doesn't acknowledge her existence. But she's still here.'
He floated back down beside TIS.
'And she cried before the MC confessed. That's not just background noise anymore. That's a leak.'
The apartment building wasn't anything special—old concrete, rusted balconies, and a neon sign half-lit that buzzed gently in the wind. The lights from her unit still shone dimly from the third floor, curtains half drawn.
TIS stood across the street, hands in his pockets, watching in silence.
"Either she really does exist in this world as a one-off NPC… or she's actually a Hidden Route."
He glanced at Camera hovering beside him.
"Try scanning her background story. If you found it, then she does exist in this Route. Don't tell me about her background story though, it'll be rude."
Camera didn't question it. His lens zoomed in slightly, eyes focusing like a documentarian prepping for an interview.
'Okay.'
For a moment, there was only the soft hum of traffic and a vending machine rattling nearby. Then—ping.
Camera's eye glowed faintly.
'Positive, TIS.'
TIS raised an eyebrow, not looking away from the window above.
"That means… she does suppose to be in this story."
'Route lists her name as Mizuhara. No conflict tags. No irregular status. She's part of the world.'
A pause.
'Should we still rent a place nearby her?'
TIS gave a small, smug grin.
"Obviously. She has connections with the MC. It'll help us a lot on figuring out the not supposed to happened, right?"
Camera drifted back slightly, his tone dry.
'I can't really tell where you're going with this, but… since I didn't have a plan as well, can't really say no.'
They both turned toward the side street where a few cheap inns and capsule hotels flickered in neon signs.
"Alright, this is her apartment, yes?"
'Yup… do we have enough? We're going to stay for a while here.'
TIS glanced around, then spotted a dim alley with a flickering sign just barely clinging to life. He pointed.
"Hmm… how about that small inn over there?"
Camera hovered slightly higher, following the direction of TIS's finger. The sign read "Guesthouse Arashi - VACANCY", its light weak but steady.
'Neat. Honestly, I already guessed that you would pick that. You kinda dislike futuristic life, right?'
They crossed the street together, steps quiet against the pavement.
TIS gave a slow nod as they walked.
"I disliked it because futuristic things grazed my kind's moral."
'Yeah… it even affects how today's fictions are written.'
Their pace was casual. No rush. Just two strangers under quiet streetlights, walking toward a forgotten building tucked away in a sleepy corner of the city.
A wind passed behind them—gentle, unthreatening.
Then, they arrived.
"Here we are!"
TIS stood at the wooden sliding door, looking up at the second-floor windows dimly lit from within. The paper lantern above them swung lazily.