Myron Malcohm Beckles was just an ordinary teenager living a typical 21st-century life-until one fateful day when a car accident changed everything. Instead of darkness, he found himself waking up in a strange world: the Taisho era in Japan, a perio...
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After seven and a half hours of walking along the winding path towards Asakusa, Myron still felt strong. The trail was long, but the natural beauty surrounding him was breathtaking. Tall trees stood proudly along the path, their leaves rustling in the breeze, and the towering mountains on the horizon completed the serene landscape. The sun hung brightly in the sky, casting its rays over the valley and creating a sense of warmth that contrasted with the cool, fresh air brushing against his face.
Despite the fatigue that could've set in, Myron couldn't help but feel energized, his mind drifting back to the warm embrace and kindness of the elderly woman at the Wisteria Mansion. A soft smile played on his lips, the memory of her caring touch bringing him a strange sense of peace amidst the looming threat of his upcoming mission.
As he walked forward, his mood lightened, his body falling into a rhythm. Myron had slipped on his headphones, blocking out the world as a mix of upbeat hip-hop songs shuffled on Spotify. He started nodding along to the beat, his fingers snapping and his head swaying with the rhythm. Without even thinking about it, he began to softly sing to himself.
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