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Prelude - Ryouya Kyouta
Watanabe Station was thrumming with life,despite the late night hours. Clean fluorescent lights danced on the people loitering around during the waiting period between the monorail's arrivals, and a large clock looming over the platform's entrance made no question of the time. Shoes tapped out a beat on tiled linoleum floors, dodging around the concrete closer to the railroad tracks and the thick yellow 'WARNING' line, that was the only defense against someone falling onto the set path of the powerful trains.
Seated in the station's corner, a young man fiddled with the settings on his cell phone with a dark, brooding expression. The device's light washed over his face as he scrolled through the different menus, raising his voice in outspoken annoyance.
A group of chattering girls, positioned next to the monorail schedule, nodded and spoke in hurried tones, tripping over themselves in their anxiety to get in the next word. One reached down and tugged her sock up from where it had been bunching around her shoe, and she shot the station's clock a curious glance before replying enthusiastically to one of the other girls' comments.
A harried-looking businessman stood assertively, close to the monorail's track. His powerful, clipped voice spoke into the high-tech communicator wedged into his ear; occasionally he would gesture fiercely to punctuate something he'd said.
A dark brown heap of clothing shifted on one of the benches in the Station's far corners, laying spread-eagled and snoring loudly.
Each voice, each movement, each overlapping breath, each person