PUELLA DE VERMILIO AVES ARC
PROLOGUE

After a long deafening silence, his ears suddenly picked up the sound of a heavy downpour. Then seconds later he felt his entire body being showered with wet tiny droplets from head to toe. The man slowly opened his eyes just to reveal orbs that were tinged with dark brown tint while at the same time raising his head up, as if he wanted to see something from above.

"It's...raining?" He said, a hint of confusion laced with his tone as his rondures were staring at the dark grey clouds seemingly keep on draining off the water that was stored in their fluffy bodies.

His hand then automatically touched his face, specifically his right cheek, which was now drenched with the cold moderate drizzle.

"Ah."

This time his voice sounded more like as if a revelation had dawned on him, "So this is what it feels like to be drenched in a rain..."

He never knew what it feels like to be showered in a moderate downpour of water droplets before. He never knew about it, likewise never experienced it. So for him to finally be able to undergo through such an encounter, it was a new and fulfilling sensation.

He wanted to immerse himself in this recent subtleties that he closed his eyes and remained in that position, trying to feel this new sensation that he is now experiencing. Though he knew there are many instances that something like a rain downpour would come to him, he wanted to perceive this experience through his senses, to embed this in his memory right at this very instant.

Perhaps it was due to his deeper understanding of being alive that he was acting this way. A great example of someone with a mature mindset yet still exhibiting childish tendecies.

It did not bother him though. After all, he had heard a saying about cherishing even the smallest instances in one's life.

He was just acting on behalf of that proverb.

After what it feels like an eternity, he then lowered his head and began to scan his surroundings. With just a few glances he was able to determine that he was on an unknown and unfamiliar place, standing on an alley that was in between two establishments. From the looks of the texture on the walls on each side alone, he was able to determine that they were somewhat old. His eyes then darted towards the exit of the alley.

"Vehicles...?" He spoke to himself, able to hear the words expelled through his mouth despite the repeated vibrations produced by the pouring rain, "It appears that I've arrived at the right place, I see."

For him to create such conclusion, there were some basis to it. There were no moving boxes with wheels from where he came from. It's not that cars, trucks or motorbikes did not exist from his "town", it's just that he never came a chance to use one of those considering that he doesn't need them in the first place.

His town was built on a notion that the utilization of transport vehicles within the premises were rendered moot due to setting's unique circumstances.

Now that he think about it, why was he in this place again?

Oh right, he remembered, it was because of that.

"Hm?" A questioning gaze adorned his facial features as he sense something off from his body, as if he had gained a weight or something. He then began to flex his fingers and palms, closing and opening them alternately.

He had never felt something like this before. It was an alien thing for him but considering the thick, dense, and heavy-like ambiance permeating in the air, he suppose it was an after effect of being surrounded in such atmosphere.

Getting accustomed to such sensation, he then slowly walked out the alleyway. As he stepped out from the corner, he was met by an environment that was very similar he once had back from his home. There were people everywhere walking down the wet streets albeit their numbers can only be counted by a few. He deduced it was because of such rainy weather that there were less people contrary to what he was expecting.

A few walking passerby under their assorted colorful umbrellas, maybe due to his drenched figure or how his wet, saggy hair covered a part of his eyes, throw a side glance or even glimpse at him and immediately divert their gazes back at the streets that they were traversing to.

He never paid heed to the indifferent looks that were given to him to be honest. He was already used to that treatment that he had already perceived it as a normal occurrence. His eyes darted from right to left, as if he was looking for something.

Then, as his left hand arranged the collar of his school uniform he began to walk along with the crowd of people towards a direction where no one knows where it would lead to.

So the brown-haired man ventured out to a world that was unlike of his own. In each step he take, the ripples of change then slowly began to show that the majority weren't aware of.

And so, his journey on this world has begun.