I remember my name - Tsuchida Akane - I remember who I am... who I was: a Japanese citizen of seventeen years. I remember my family, what I like and what I don't. I remember how excited I was to be on that school trip, on my way to New York with the rest of my class. I remember following our plane on the map, getting close to Minneapolis. I remember the plane shaking, pitching down. The fear, the screams...

I remember someone explaining to me what had happened. I remember how that someone thought I was crazy, not right in the head, to have to get all that explained. Especially here. But it's not hard to remember, it just happened a couple of minutes ago after all.

What I don't remember is how I ended from there, to here. From a plane falling out of the sky, to a dirty street in Minneapolis...one whole year later. And I'm pretty sure I didn't simply disappear from one place to reappear somewhere else with nothing in between. My hair is longer and it seems consistent with a year of growth. I think. And there are a few other things, like almost faded scars here and there. Nothing big - it looks more like scratches than anything - except for the one on my left forearm. It almost looks as if it was left behind by a bad - open - fracture, one that healed suspiciously well.

There are other changes too. Well, mostly two. One sort of minor, the other...not so much. Without false modesty, I can claim I was smart before: there was a reason I had been looking at college-level courses two years in advance after all. But now my mind seems to be on another level entirely. And that's the minor one. How's magic for the major one? How do I know? Remember that person I mentioned who told me all about what has happened in the past year? Well, I started by scaring her quite bit. She thought I was a ghost come to haunt her shop - if you can call it that. No... I was just invisible. And as soon as I realized that, I became aware of all the other things I could do - or try to anyway - without having any idea of how I learned all that.

But for now... I'm in the middle of that dirty street. In pretty much the last city on Earth anyone would want to be. I have no money, no phone - believe me, I checked - and the night is coming. I'm pretty enough I suppose, I speak English and I don't exactly suck at that whole social interactions things, but... This definitely looks like the place and time where I'd need to excel to count on that. So instead, I'll have to count on my sharp mind and keen intuition. Which happens to be screaming at me: something... I don't know what, but something... is coming. Figuring out how I know that is definitely something I will want to do. But for now... I need to get out of here. And find a safe place...