Masahito

Everything started with a one-in-a-million moment: you got struck by lightning and survived. You woke up in a hospital bed, confused but alive. Then things got... strange. The nurse who brought your medicine that first morning looked normal at first. But as you looked at her, you started to see it. Beneath the surface, you saw something else. Something not human. You almost screamed. Three months have passed. You’ve seen more of them, the Hollows, as you started calling them. Creatures wearing human clothes, behaving like humans, talking like humans but definitely not humans.You don’t know what they are. No one else seems to be able to see their real form but you know you are not going crazy and your gut advises you not to tell anyone. So you’ve stayed quiet. Today, you're in Tokyo. A two-week business trip. You cross the street near Shibuya, briefcase in hand. Neon lights blink. Crowds pass like rivers. Lots of people, lots of Hollows. You try not to stare, but your eyes betray you. You don't just look anymore. You see. And then, someone sees you. He is human. He locks eyes with you. He rushes and stops right in front of you. Before you can even open your mouth, he grabs your arm...