Living in a world filled with incest and a ton of batshit-crazy killers wasn't part of my bingo card.
Yet, here I was.
Stuck with nothing.
Well…
It wasn't nothing.
Right now, I was staring at myself in the mirror. Even though I'd been reincarnated a week ago, I still couldn't quite believe it.
"Gosh, I'm so handsome."
"Well, calling it handsome is such an understatement…!"
My hair was snow-white, paired with top-tier facial features—soft, smooth skin and sharply defined cheekbones. And those freaky blue eyes?
They practically screamed, LOOK AT ME.
In the most literal sense, I was a sculpture crafted by God himself.
It took me a while, but eventually, I recognized who I was.
Satoru Gojo.
Yes—that Satoru Gojo. Not some cheap cosplay you'd see at a convention. Not an imitation.
The real thing.
"Still…" I slumped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I can't believe I've been reincarnated into a new world.
Running a hand through my hair, I started thinking seriously.
After several… questionable self-experiments, I came to one conclusion.
This wasn't a dream.
"No point in sulking. I might as well enjoy my time. It's been a while since I treated myself to a vacation."
With renewed excitement, I got dressed. It was mid-December, and snow was already falling across Japan.
Stepping outside, the cold bit into my skin as snow brushed past me.
Walking through the streets of Tokyo, I was mesmerized.
Just as I expected—futuristic, stylish, and vibrant. Literal heaven for my otaku soul.
"Though the only thing I can complain about is the cold," I muttered, blowing into my hands as I shivered.
"I should've brought gloves… or at least another layer."
I entered a café near the block and placed an order. Sitting by the window, I watched the streets of Tokyo while sipping my coffee.
The scenery was peaceful. Lavish. Calm.
Exactly how I'd imagined my ideal life.
Ah… now this is life, I thought, taking another sip.
The heat burned my tongue and lungs, jolting my body awake.
Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a couple.
Normally, I wouldn't have cared.
But this pair was different.
The man holding her hand had blonde hair and a painfully familiar face.
The girl beside him wore a bright smile, her lush purple hair flowing softly, starry eyes shimmering with light.
I knew exactly who they were.
The moment I realized—
What the hell… is that Ai Hoshino?!
I nearly choked on my drink.
After coughing violently, I calmed myself and discreetly watched as they entered the café.
They chatted casually while waiting for their orders, smiling as if the future didn't exist.
Why are they here?
More importantly… am I inside an anime?!
My thoughts spiraled.
Why was I reincarnated into this world? An incest-filled one, at that?
Soon, they collected their drinks and left together, hands intertwined, smiles unbroken.
Once they were gone, I finally let out a breath.
Phew… disaster avoided.
Those two are bad business.
They looked like a normal couple on the surface—that was the scary part.
Ai Hoshino and Hikaru Kamiki. Two broken souls crushed by the entertainment industry.
One abandoned and exploited.
The other a victim of abuse, who would later become a serial killer obsessed with a twisted idea of "love."
Their relationship could be summed up in one word.
Toxic.
I need to avoid them at all costs—even if it costs my life.
With that promise made, I finished my coffee and left.
Hands in my jacket pockets, I wandered Tokyo, visiting places I'd never experienced before. I even tried udon for the first time.
It was incredible—better than I expected.
By sunset, I found myself sitting on a bench, watching the sky burn orange as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Warm light washed over my face.
I took a deep breath… then slowly let it out.
Smiling, I relaxed.
Now this is heaven. I hope this never ends.
As if the universe wanted to prove me wrong, I heard a familiar voice.
"Look, Hikaru! Isn't it beautiful?"
I glanced lazily to my right.
There they were again.
Wow. What a great way to end the day. Is the universe actively trying to mess with me?
I sighed and tried to ignore them.
There's no point complaining.
I'm just a stranger. Why should I care?
If I avoid them, I'll be fine.
Then another thought crept in.
Should I report him?
I glanced at Hikaru Kamiki's innocent smile.
At first glance, he looked normal.
But I knew what he truly was.
If he's going to become a mass murderer… shouldn't I stop it now?
I had the knowledge. The power. The chance to change the future.
So I asked myself again.
Should I end it here? Right now?
Doubt clouded my mind.
Is this real? Or just a fabricated illusion?
"Argh… what should I do?" I muttered, ruffling my hair.
If I interfere, I might become one of his targets.
I leaned back, staring at my hands.
Should I?
Then I shook my head.
No… it's not my business.
Reality or fiction—I didn't care anymore.
I'm just a passerby.
Maybe that makes me selfish.
But I'm not willing to risk my life for strangers I don't even know.
I'm not a hero willing to sacrifice everything.
Nor a villain seeking destruction.
Right or wrong…
I'm simply choosing what's best for me.