Haga Mayumi jolted awake from a nightmare. Her hand flew to her forehead—her bangs were already damp with cold sweat. She sat up in bed, one hand resting on her knee, the other propping her up as she tried to calm her ragged breathing and pounding heart, both thrown into disarray by the nightmare. The moon here isn't red. And there’s only one. She told herself. Turning her head, she narrowed her eyes slightly, waiting for them to adjust to the early morning light seeping into the room. Only then could she make out the time displayed on the bedside clock. No matter how many times she saw it, she still struggled to get used to the unusually bright tones of this world. Birds with beautifully colored feathers chirped atop the trees. Beneath them, students in cream-colored uniforms walked by, l
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