When I opened my eyes, it wasn't Ayn Grant who was unfolding. Because Ayn Grant is a fantasy world with no roads and buildings. But now, I have a landscape like a shopping street, lined with small buildings. I knew it wasn't Ayn Grant here, but why was I here? How did you get to this place in the first place?

"Maybe the game has been cleared, and I'm back to reality." No matter how you look at it, it's a real world, but I don't know what it is, I miss it, what's more, there is no one at all, it's quiet. No city is devoid of people, and it's strange to look at it.

"What's here? Why is there a feeling of nostalgia"

As I gazed at the city, where no one and no car passed, I heard a voice not far away. As I turned my gaze to the place tempted by the sound, I confirmed that two figures were coming towards me.

"One is an adult woman and the other is a girl around 11 years old." I'm sure they're getting along as they go, so it's likely a parent and child.

"But it's weird." I felt like I knew both of them, and that the girl was weirder. She wore a pink jacket and a white dress, but her hair and eyes were the same color as mine. And, somehow, I feel like your face resembles mine.

On the other hand, the woman didn't look like me, but I recognized her clearly. However, I don't know who they really are because I feel like I've seen them before.

"I don't quite understand, but I'm curious." When I noticed that the two of them were getting closer, I suddenly felt a chill in my chest that I couldn't stop. I don't want them to see me, I don't want them to find me.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to the bank for a while, Shino, can you wait for me?"

"It's the voice of a woman who could be her mother."

Shino? My name is Shino, but I don't know if that girl's name is also Shino. Or rather, what the hell is that girl? She has the same face shape, hair, eye color as me, and even the same name as me, Shino.

"It's okay, I've got the book with me, and I can wait for my mother to finish it."

"It was a girl's voice." I wonder if if you bring a book to show that you are a child who likes to read? I also like to read, but is that kid really like that?

"The sound of two footsteps got louder." My heart was beating violently, and the sound of a twisted heartbeat was heard all over my body. The volume of the voice seemed to make my heart rise to my throat.

I didn't want to be seen – as much as I thought, I couldn't take my eyes off the cracks in the alley where I could see parents and children passing by. Even though I tried to erase its presence, my breathing was still rough because my heart was beating so hard. That's how you're noticed. What happens when you find out...

As I gazed down the street with incomprehensible unease, I finally saw the silhouettes of parents and children. A woman I can't help but feel like I've seen somewhere, a little girl with the same name as me. Seeing her look so happy for some reason, my chest, which had been hot from the roar of my heart, suddenly cooled down as if I had been put into ice.

Strange parents and children passed by, not noticing that I was hiding in the back alley. I thought he would notice that my breathing was getting heavier, but that didn't seem to be the case.

I hurried back down the street from the back alley, turning my gaze in the direction my parents and children had walked. After walking a few steps down the street, I saw them enter a building next door, and I hurriedly chased after them, looking up at the shop sign.

"Shinoh Shinnou Bank" is written in white letters on a green background. It seems that the bank that the woman was referring to was the bank. Judging by the size of the building, it doesn't look like a very big bank.

Then, when I turned my gaze from the signage to the automatic door, I was startled. On the other side of the automatic glass door, there is the figure of the parent and the child.

The mother was talking to the staff at the window. They may be releasing some kind of file. On the other hand, the daughter appears to be sitting in a chair nearby waiting for her mother to complete the formalities. I can't confirm the looks of the other customers, it seems that the only customers of the bank are these two people.

“”

"You'll be found when you go in." People start to wonder who you are and you become helpless. - Contrary to my heart, my body began to move towards the bank. Stop, stop, even if you cry out in your heart, your body won't listen. And when I came to the automatic door, the glass door opened silently, and my body entered the bank against my mind.

"Normally, when someone enters the bank, the staff says 'welcome.'" However, the people at the bank didn't say a word to me, just buried their heads in their work on their desks and phones. Not only that, but they didn't seem to notice that I was coming in at all. What the hell is going on?

"Why hasn't anyone noticed?"

"I turned my attention to the woman." The woman was conversing with the staff while concentrating on filling in the necessary items on paper with a ballpoint pen. He still didn't seem to notice me.

On the other hand, when I looked at the girl, she was reading a book with her legs dangling. I was curious about what I was reading, so I turned my attention to the cover, but the title seemed to be scratched off, so I couldn't confirm it. Still, I could tell that the book was three words long, with a deer on the cover, and it was quite thick. It's probably a novel.

Like women, I feel like they don't know I exist. Are you addicted to reading?

"First of all, there's something strange about this bank." Often, if someone comes to the bank and does nothing, the staff will be suspicious and shout loudly. However, while I didn't do anything, individual staff members were immersed in their work and didn't say a word. It's like they don't know I'm there or can't see me. No, maybe these people really can't see me, otherwise they wouldn't have ignored me like that.

"Excuse me"

When I inadvertently called out to the staff, the automatic door, which had not made any sound at the time, creaked open.

I don't know if someone walked in, and when I looked back, it was a thin middle-aged man, wearing a black hat, a black leather jacket, gray trousers, and a Boston bag in his hand. However, I immediately noticed that this man looked strange.

In the center of the yellowed whites of the eyes, there was a large black pupil, which turned violently, as if there was a hole. It's like a zombie in a shooter or a movie in question. It's not something a normal person would do – I can clearly see what's going on inside him.

(What's that?) ）

If you look around, the girl can also take her eyes off the book and look at the zombie-like man. I think it would be weird if people walked like zombies.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to the man again, and then walked quickly to the window where the woman was. Perhaps noticing footsteps at this moment, the woman turned and met the man's eyes, who suddenly grabbed her and threw her out. The woman fell to the ground and screamed, "Ouch! Immediately after, I raised my voice with the girl.

"You, what are you doing?"

As soon as the woman turned her face to the man, the man put a Boston bag containing the paper the woman had written on the counter and took out something black from it. - In this country, only the police and the Self-Defense Forces should have pistols.

"But it can't be a real pistol." A normal person should not pick up a pistol.

"It's probably the kind of airsoft or model gun you sell in toy stores." But why would you bring something like this here and point it at someone's ......? I might be able to threaten you, but if they find out it's a model gun, I'll be caught......

Just as I was thinking about it, the man who had not spoken suddenly raised his voice.

"Put the money in this bag, don't press the alarm button!?"

It was a hoarse voice with not much rhyme. The man continued to shout.

"Money, money in it, oh, it's all done! Hurry up! ”

That's when I realized that this person was a bank robber. How could a bank robber think that he could scare people with a model gun and point it at gunpoint - that pistol was real!

Immediately afterward, a male clerk like me realized that the pistol was real and took out a stack of bills from under the table and handed it to the man.

At the moment when the man snatched the stack of bills from the clerk's hand, I suddenly heard a loud "pop" and I covered my ears and eyes. My ears were numb and I had intense tinnitus that soon stopped.

When I realized that the sound had stopped, I took my hand off my ear and looked up to see that the male clerk who had been handing the money to the man had collapsed. At that time, a male staff member's hand appeared to be involved in a nearby document, and a large number of documents were flying in the air. The man's expression was agitated, and his right hand holding the gun trembled and let out a scream.

"Bobobo, don't press the button, Darrow!"

It's as if the rhyme foot doesn't circulate, and if you convert it to letters, it sounds like hiragana, katakana, and kanji are mixed together in a random way. I knew right away that this man was crazy.

"I could feel a strange smell coming from my nose." Does this smell like fireworks? No, it smells like gunpowder. Smells like this because he shot.

The man then pointed a gun at the female staff member next to the male staff member and shouted loudly.

"Hehe, come over and get the money."

The woman raised her hand slightly, shook her head slightly, but did nothing. No, I was too scared to do anything. Yes, when the pistol is so pointed, anyone will be scared to move.

The staff here may have been trained in bank robberies, but if they encounter a bank robber with a pistol, they simply won't be able to get the results of that training. On the contrary, there are probably very few people who are able to act according to their training. And there are no such people here. The female bureaucrat is also the kind of person who is too scared to move.

"Hurry up! Hurry up, Sheen, there's one more, Jen, let's shoot!? “

The man turned his body half around and aimed his gun at the customer's location. And the woman at the end of the gun is the child's mother.

"What's wrong with the woman?"

She looked incomprehensible, but immediately turned to the girl and shouted with all her might.

"Shina, run away!!"

When I heard a woman's voice in my head, my perspective suddenly changed. I saw the woman standing in front of me with a madman with a gun. I feel like I'm getting smaller, but is that from that girl's point of view? Did I take possession of that girl? No, I don't care about that.

The woman was an important person, and the madman wanted to shoot her with that gun. I would never allow such a thing to happen.

- I must protect him. A voice sounded in my head and heart, and it touched my body.

I threw away the book in my hand and ran at full speed towards the man, biting down the hand holding the gun. It wasn't supposed to be sharp, but my teeth bit into the man's hand, and he let out an exclamation that jerked me around.

It didn't take long for my mouth to fall out of the man's hand, and I felt a faint pain and shock, as if something had hit my body. It looks like I've bumped into a nearby service counter, but I don't care anymore.

In addition to my body, he gave up his trump card, his gun. Now the gun is rolling in front of me. If he loses this, he is no different from the people around him.

I frantically picked up his trump card. The weight of the bosom, and the sweat and heat from the madman's hands, made me feel like I was holding a living thing. But at the same time, I realized one thing.

"He shot an officer with this gun and stopped him from moving." If I do the same to him, I should be able to stop him from targeting that woman. Then the man let out a frantic roar and lunged at me.

As the madman's body was covered, his body was weighed down, his vision was dim, his face was foul-smelling, his ears were buzzing, and his arms were clutching at him in pain. I really felt like I was going to be mobbed, I didn't know what to do, but I knew that my finger was cleverly pulled on the trigger of the gun, and I immediately pulled the trigger.

A violent roar rang in my ears, turning into tinnitus, and a strong impact hit my hands, arms, and shoulders. The air heats up and blows onto your face.

"There's no way an 11-year-old like me could use a gun like this." When you shoot like this, the recoil hits your shoulder. However, thanks to the fact that the madman's hand was moved from my hand to the gun just now, almost all of the recoil was absorbed by the madman's hand, and I was fine.

Immediately after, the man made a strange "oops" sound and staggered back from me. I saw a red-black circle spread rapidly on the belly of the man's black sweater, and the man held it down desperately. A stream of poisonous blood flowed from between his fingers. A thick blood vessel in my stomach was hit.

"It's not moving?" Suddenly, the man let go of his stomach and struck me again. I saw that the man's hands were dyed poisonous red, and the moment I felt something fly out of the wound and hit my hand, I felt a tremor in my heart, and my trembling fingers pulled the trigger again.

Another explosion rang out, and the gun jumped with all its strength in the recoil, causing severe pain in my elbows and shoulders, and then immediately pulled my body against the wall of the counter. A dull jolt and pain spread through my body, and I couldn't breathe.

When I came back to my senses, I glanced ahead and saw the figure of the madman who had fallen to the ground this time. And if you look closely, there is a small hole in the wall behind the madman, and there is also a similarly shaped hole in the shoulder of the madman, and blood is gushing out. The bullet apparently hit the madman and hit the wall.

"Did you do it this time?" Just as I was thinking this, the man made a furious sound and tried to stand up.

I couldn't believe I was still motivated – I noticed that my face suddenly turned pale and my heart began to beat violently again.

"If you don't stop this guy here, both me and that woman will be killed by this madman." I'm really going to stop this guy!!

As soon as I read the words in my heart, the man held out his bloodstained hand to me. My heart was filled with fear and panic all at once - I exploded.

"I hate it!!"

When the fear exploded, I pulled the trigger. A third bang echoed through the bank, and my body was pounded onto the service desk again. A strong impact ran through my back, and my breath was a little choked as I exhaled.

"Bov, Goho"

"Even when I cough violently, I can't hear the madman, I don't think of anything."

When I looked at the madman who suddenly became silent, a hole appeared in the madman's forehead and he couldn't move. And just like that, it stopped moving.

Banzai.

"It's finally done."

"I'm finally able to stop this madman."

"I was able to protect the people who were important to me."

A strong sense of relief filled my heart, and the fear and panic disappeared.

I did it, I beat the bad guys - I thought so, turning my gaze to the woman and looking into her face.

The woman's face was stunned, as if she didn't understand what was happening, and couldn't believe the reality in front of her.

"Y-Why are you putting on this face?" I didn't do anything wrong, why are you putting on such an expression? What's wrong with my body?

I looked down in confirmation.

My hands were stained with red-black blood, my hands were stained red-black, and I clutched the grip of the pistol tightly.

Then, a man with a hole in his head lay right in front of me.

“A”

I realized what I had done, and just as I was about to scream, the woman stood up, hugged me tightly, and cried loudly.

The moment I heard this voice, my perception changed again. No, it would be more accurate to say that he is back.

As proof, I could see the girl in front of me, with blood on her hands, holding a gun, being held by a woman, sitting dumbfounded.

Distinct. Not girls

"That girl is no stranger."

"That girl is me." This is who I was when I was 11 years old.

"The person who hugged me was my mother."

When I looked at my hands, they were stained with dark red blood and filled with poisonous gas.

"That's right, it's my hand." This is my hand.

"I remember everything."

I

I

"I killed someone with a gun"