- Dungeon Master: Me, hello!
- Date/Time: N/A, Asynchronous PBP.
- Available Spots: 4/4.
- Preferred Player Experience: Any, beginners are welcome.
- Preferred Player Age: 18+.
- Price Per Session: 25$/Week.
- Signing Up: DM me on discord anja4200 or D&D beyond and I'll get back to you. 
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— “The past has become the nightmare of our present, and as the two collide, I fear neither will survive.”
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The year is 2007, a turning point for Japan. Anime, manga, and video games are no longer niche, they’re spreading overseas, shaping culture, filling Akihabara with tourists hunting rare doujinshi and limited run games. Online forums and imageboards grow crowded, pulling strangers together from Tokyo to California. Connections form in the glow of CRT monitors and net cafés that never sleep. In Sendai, capital of Miyagi Prefecture, this change feels close. The city calls itself the City of Trees, but it's also a city of stories. Sendai Station, rebuilt after the 2005 renovations, is a maze of shops and shinkansen tracks, funneling people from all over Tohoku. School groups chatter over ekiben lunches on the platforms. Salarymen in suits rush for the Yamabiko line to Tokyo.

Here in Sendai, whether born here or newly arrived, you’re a student enrolling in senior high school. You join the morning crush at the station gates, swipe your Suica card, catch the Senseki Line. You nod off on the ride, uniform pressed, bag heavy with books. After school there are clubs, cheap family restaurants, purikura photo booths, laughter echoing in the neon lit arcades. Your friends share melon pan and canned coffee under city lights. But beneath the normalcy, you can sense it. Something wrong. Rumors spread online vanishings the police dismiss, crime scenes hidden behind blue tarps, half covered by the polite tone of NHK news broadcasts. A creeping dread pushes through the static of the 2channel threads you read at night.

Every day it grows harder to ignore.

The cracks spread a little further.

Your gut says the world is poised to shatter.

As if something malevolent is waking, drawing lines through the pale glass of the world.