"Well, you see..." You begin hesitantly. "I'm standing right in front of a corpse. Now, before you say anything, it wasn't my fault."
"...I'm sorry. What?" Kibo replies. "How the hell did you end up in front of a corpse."
Okay. Here it goes.
"I was attacked."
"...What."
"It's true! I'm telling you!" You yell.
"Explain." Comes Kibo's no nonsense reply.
"Well, I thought hanging out at the park was a good idea, so I went there for the afternoon. The next thing I knew, something happened. I'm not entirely sure what, just that I wasn't in control of my actions." You explain. "I was kinda, acting like a hero saving a girl from a demon."
"...What the hell is a demon?" Kibo responds. "Have you been playing too much video games again? We both know demons don't exist. Even if we are reincarnations, they never existed in Menione."
"No, trust me. If I was playing too much video games, the sight in front of me wouldn't be real. The stench of death is everywhere here."
This whole situation reeks of them.
...Who? The gods kid. The gods.
"Look, are you okay. If what you are saying is true, then, well, we haven't seen the consequences of battle in a long time." Kibo says in an attempt to comfort you.
"...She was already dead when I got here." You say. "Somebody tricked me into thinking she was alive. I don't know how long she's been dead, more then a few days at least."
A sigh comes through the phone.
"This is... weren't we done with this?" Kibo says.
You know her well enough by now that you can tell she is crying on the inside. You've only seen her cry once.
A hero has to be brave after all. No exceptions. The gods won't allow it.
"Let's talk about this tomorrow." You declare. "It's Saturday, a half day, after all."
"Y-Yeah..."
The call ends.
...You know what? You're tired. Might as well just head home.
You give one last glance at the corpse before walking back to where you dropped your stuff.
You wish you could remember what's going on. It's like everything falls into place before someone shatters it. I could help you there kid.
By the time you get home you don't even bother making dinner. You just head to your room and collapse on your bed. Just go to sleep and listen to your story...
You should probably just stop thinking about all of this.
...What should you do know?
[] Make dinner.
[] Homework.
[] Sleep.
-[] And let me help you remember the past.