Kill self.

The way you see it, there's three options. One would be to wait for this fucker to just leave on his own. Another would be to try and shout him away from the comfort of your own bed, but that might let him know there's somebody actually IN the apartment.

Alternatively you could... try... to be a somewhat reasonable person and answer the door.

From there, you could decide whether or not to slam the door in their face, bite their head, or continue to put on your best impression of a sane but tired and extremely irritated person politely attempting to tell someone to fuck off without actually doing so.

>Wait him out.
>Shout through the apartment.
>Go the the door

>>43817520
>>Go the the door

[X] SPAAAAAACE

>>43817520
>> Shout through the apartment

I WANT TO FUCKING SLEEP YOU FUCKER!!

>>43817520
>Shout through the apartment.

>>43817453

I've never heard of someone both admitting their quest was shit and pointing out it was too late to do this.

>>43817567
shaderic is vampire anon. He sleep at dawn and woke-up at afternoon. And ran quest during midnight it seems.

>>43817520
>Shout through the apartment

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>>43817567
It's an in character statement.

In the last forty-eight hours, you've gotten... about three hours of sleep total. And, right when you're just getting cozy at home, some fucker is starting to KNOCK.

>>43817596
Also, yeah. I'm nocturnal thanks to my work schedule, so from a certain POV this is me last night/this morning.

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What's the holdup?

This isn't Best Mom Quest, but okay.
>>43817520
>Wait him out.

>>43817520
>go to the door

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>>43817520

You debate getting up. Putting your feet on the cold floor. Leaving this wonderfully soft bed, with it's warm and fluffy down blankets. Pulling on dirty clothes off the floor, clothes which are probably cold in and of themselves.

And that's when you stop yourself, because going further than that seems like wasted effort.

So, you pull yourself up a bit into a seated position, lean towards the door from your bedroom to the rest of the apartment, take a deep breath-

"GO. A. FUCKING. WAY."

-and immediately flop back down onto the mattress.

Ordinarily, you'd be slightly more concerned about things like politeness, or at least not shouting obscenities in ostensibly public areas using your best NCO voice.

Ordinarily, you have shits to give.

Alas, your field of fucks is barren and empty, along with any sort of care you could give about who would possibly be at your door at this hour of the morning.

For a handful of seconds, there's sweet blessed silence. Even the birds have shut their beaks, your shouting having even disturbed them into fleeing a possible danger.

For those few, precious seconds, it's absolutely peaceful and tranquil.

... Then you start hearing a faint sobbing sound, which, unless you miss your mark, is probably coming from right around where your door is.

>Quiet crying is nearly silent. Go the fuck to sleep.
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.
>Fuck it. You don't need to get out of bed to use your phone. Call the manager's office, and have her take a look.

>>43817931
>>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.

Let's get the plot done anon.

>>43817931
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.

>>43817931
>Fuck it. You don't need to get out of bed to use your phone. Call the manager's office, and have her take a look.

>>43817931
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.

>>43817931
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.

>>43817931
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.

>>43817931
>... Shiiiit. Answer the door.
oh god we are a horrible horrible person

>>43818022
We aren't knocking on someone's door in the middle of the fucking night.

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>>43817931

You manage to roll out of bed and land your feet, wrapping at least two of your three layers of blankets around in a concealing burrito-like manner.

It's not pretty, graceful, or even all that functional. But it's fast, and it'll keep you both warm and covered as you make your way to the door. It still doesn't do anything for your feet, but...

You don't like making people cry.

So, for now you'll just grit your teeth and bear with the fact that, yes, the floor is actually pretty cold, and you really should have bought some slippers to deal with this fact before winter started.

When you actually reach your door, you hold off for a second. Take another breath, relax a little. Try not to look like you're considering mauling them for the usually not unreasonable assumption that by eight on a weekday, normal people would be less likely shout angrily at people.

You open the door.

>There's a little girl.
>There's a young woman.

>>43818186
>>There's a young woman.

>>43818186
>work out which one of them is crying

>>43818186
>>There's a little girl

>>43818186
>There's a young woman.

>>43818186
>>There's a young woman.

>>43818186
>>There's a little girl.

>>43818186

>There's a little girl.

>>43818186
>There's a young woman.
No little girls here officer, she's 18

>>43818186
>>There's a young woman.

>>43818275
>the young women ends up being only 17 anyway

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>>43818186

And... and fuck, there's this chick, just crying her eyes out on top of your welcome mat. And this isn't some light sniffle either, this is some legit nose-dribbling bawling going on.

You don't mind occasionally reducing grown men to complete cry-babies, but that's work. Usually, they've done at least a little bit to deserve it. Here, this girl's biggest was that she expected someone to be available at a relatively reasonable time for all the people on the planet that don't spend all night at work.

You try not to grind your teeth.

And just kneel down in front of where she's made a little ball of herself.

"Ah." You swallow, throat awfully rough all of a sudden. "You doin' awright?" Almost immediately you want to punch yourself in the gut. She's crying her eyes out, obviously she must be fucking /stellar/.

But it gets the girl to look up and helps stem the heaving tide of sobs into just sniffling. For a good fifteen seconds, she just sort of stares, lips trembling, and then-

She falls apart again.

This time though, she wraps her arms around you, latching onto your burrito blanket clad body like some sort vital life-line.

It's kind of awkward, to be honest. Not least because you have no idea who this lady is.

>Just... just let her cry it out for a little bit.
>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.
>Ah... maybe you should... consider asking some questions?

>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.

>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.

TEA SOLVES EVERYTHING

>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.

get this trash the fuck out of here

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>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.
>>Ah... maybe you should... consider asking some questions?

>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for a better beverage then tea.
>Ah... maybe you should... consider asking some questions?

also what is our job or is that a secret.

>>43818567
>>Worm her inside. Close the door. Time for tea.

>>43818567
I guess make tea around crying mess, attempt to serve tea to crying mess, perhaps get the story of crying mess once teatime has been achieved?

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>>43818567

Maneuvering around carrying a large, heavy box is hard. You have to be aware of doorways, make sure to lift with your knees instead of your back, watch for pinch points, be aware of your grip, and a whole slew of other shit.

Dealing with a person who's latched onto is nothing like that, because you're focused on lifting them up so much as dealing with the fact that a giant crying woman is latched onto you, throwing your entire balance off and you can't just put them down because they refuse to let go.

This complicates the tea making portion of your plan.

But, after managing to put the kettle on, you dedicate yourself to shucking your layers of blanket and the limpet at the same time.

By the time the water's reached the appropriate temperature, you're down to your underwear and a crying young woman. The blankets are pooled on the floor around your feet. This isn't even remotely the worst situation you've been in, but you still feel a bit of a blush coming on.

Crying into your shoulder or not, the way she's hugging herself so close makes it abundantly clear that this woman has some curves.

In the end, you just sort of decide to deal with the fact that you're not getting rid of her anytime soon and just draping the blankets around the pair of you. It's better than nothing.

>>43818862

As for the tea, well.

You pour the water into a pair of bright red mugs, and drop a tea bag in one. Chamomile or some thing like that, you don't actually know much about tea. This stuff is just gets left behind by a friend of yours who knows you don't know jack about tea, but likes to hang out anyway.

The other mug gets a scoop of cider mix, and after taking a seat on your small couch, you set to stirring it. The tea mug sits, water darkening into dead leaf juice on your coffee table, waiting for your visitor to pick it up.

Still... seems the girl hasn't calmed down all the way yet.

>Just... stroke her back, you guess?
>Tea. Find a way to get it in her face.
>Drink your cider. Wait for her to calm down.
>Fuck it. Pass out.

>>43818881
>>Tea. Find a way to get it in her face.
You must drink all of the tea.

>>43818881
>>Just... stroke her back, you guess?
>>Tea. Find a way to get it in her face.

>>43818881
>>Just... stroke her back, you guess?

shaderic may kill.

>>43818881
>>Just... stroke her back, you guess?
Sure. This is fine.

Try not to fall asleep I guess.

>>43818881
>>Fuck it. Pass out.

>>43818881
>Just... stroke her back, you guess?

>>43818881
>>Tea. Find a way to get it in her face.

"Sorry. I don't generally like makin' girls cry. Drink this, it's helps whenever I'm feeling shitty." (It doesn't but fuck it anything to calm her down.)

>>43818881

>Fuck it. Pass out.

>>43818881
>Just... stroke her back, you guess?

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>>43818862

You're not exactly personable.

One of the reasons you work the night-shift, actually. It means you have less people to deal with, and turns the majority of your work into either physical labor to set things up for the next guy, or just dealing with whatever emergencies crop up in the middle of the night.

So, you're sort of in a holding pattern right now.

In the end, you just sigh and start rubbing the girl's back, stroking in long smooth loops. Up and and down over the weird jacket she's wearing, It's currently under a blanket, so you didn't get a good look at it, but you can feel the material, and it's... odd.

Silky smooth and thin enough where you can feel the heat of the girl's back on your hand. At the same time though, you can't feel it wrinkling or bunching up at all. It doesn't move when your hand pass over it.

That's a little weird, but it's also really weird that you're noticing that sort of thing at all.

So, you just sit there, rubbing the girls' back as her sobs quiet down and steadily become sniffles, which soon enough turn pretty quiet. You nudge one of her hands with a mug of tea, and she takes it.

And then thanks you by your first name.

Which wouldn't really be odd, but... You don't know this person. Never introduced yourself to them. And these days, you're more likely to say your last name first, keeping a wall of professionalism between yourself and whoever you're interacting with at the time. So, they really shouldn't know that.

"How do you know my name?" You try to keep any sort of accusatory tone out of your voice, and manage to avoid shouting. You'll consider that a success.

"Well... you see..." The girl's lip trembles, big blue eyes red and watery from the tears. "I... know you from the...future."

>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.
>What.
>Oh please let this not be more future bullshit.

>>43819274
>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.

Right, lets' hear her pitch.

>>43819274
>treat her like your daughter. Don't even wait for an explanation, just wildly make assumptions and act on them.

>>43819274

>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.

Too sleep deprived to tell her why that's insane, roll with it so we can return to bed.

>>43819274
>
This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help. "If I'm suddenly in some sorta bad sci fi thriller movie I swear to Christ...alright, let's get this out the way right now- are you my kid? I've seen enough time travel flicks to guess."

>>43819274
>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.

>>43819274
>>Oh please let this not be more future bullshit.

>>43819274
>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.
"Goddamn it you better not be bullshitting me or else I'll throw this tea in your face I swear to christ"

>>43819274
>>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.

>>43819274
>This is entirely reasonable, or at least you'll treat it like it is until you can get the girl some help.
Everything sounds reasonable at this point.

>>43819274
>Oh please let this not be more future bullshit.
BREAK OUT THE ASPIRIN BECAUSE IT'S TIMELINE TIME

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>>43819274

She is, of course, speaking figuratively. Not like, literally from the future.

>>43819274
>>What.

You just can't process this shit

>>43819441
No, she is literally from the future. When she asks us our name next post, she will know us, and she will be in the future.

>>43819513
Naw, just some spooku quantum entaglement action at distance, except on macro scale. You can't wrap your head around that shit.

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>>43819274

You just nod, and keep rubbing her back, your gaze locked into her own as she gathers herself to continue.

It sounds absolutely crazy, and you're going to do your level best to look like you're taking this as seriously as possible, because while she may be insane, it doesn't actually mean that she's a bad person. Just that, you know, she needs some professional mental help. Also, she's latched onto you pretty tight still, and if she gets upset she might do something stupid.

Like try to choke you, or beat you upside the head with her tea mug.

So, for a little bit at least, you'll humor her. Calm her down. Get her settled. And then call the police.

"Today, at 0634 Greenwich Mean Time, a type-04 bio-emergence event will occur at your workcenter. There will be four deaths, and eight critically injured. You will survive unharmed." And what the hell is that supposed to mean. "You don't believe me." She smiled, awfully bright for someone who's been crying their eyes out for the last half-hour. "But that's fine. The important thing is, that afterward, you rescue me. And then... "And here she blushed, breaking eye contact between the two of you for the first time as she stares downward. It's actually kind of a cute look for her. "Well, a few months after that... you die." And here her eyes lock back onto your own, burning with an odd sort of determination. "I'm here because, I want you to live."

>What.
>Too much. Passing out.
>This really isn't what you were expecting.

>This really isn't what you were expecting

Shrug. Alright, we're down with staying alive, yes? So she ask for what? Hopefully nothing illegal!

>>43819609
>This really isn't what you were expecting.

>>43819609
>This really isn't what you were expecting.

"Theoretically that means I could call in sick after whatever it is happens? I'm down."

>>43819609
>>This really isn't what you were expecting.
Wait, I don't get to lead human resistance against a robot army?

>>43819609
>This really isn't what you were expecting.
>>43819642
Hell, now that she's told us and possibly changed how we react to it, why take the risk? Just call in sick for today, miss the event, and catch some sleep.

>>43819664
We'll still need to stick around to save her, I guess. Apparently she shows up.

>>43819609
>>What.
No, we totally believe you. Every word of it. Now drink your tea while we, uh, make a phonecall.

She didn't say how we survived. It might be, because we called in sick after having received a warning from the future. TIME PARADOX.

>>43819609
>Too much. Passing out.
Well that's fine, looks like we're saved. Butterflies and all that.

>This really isn't what you were expecting.

>>43819609
>Too much. Passing out.

>>43819609
>>This really isn't what you were expecting.

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>>43819609

You blink. And then take a long sip from your own mug of cider. The heat is welcome on a cool day like this one, and the sweet drink goes down easy. The scent brings to mind, what else, apples. It's a simple reassuring drink that makes you think of your youth, and sitting around late at night around a campfire, chatting with friends under the night sky.

You really, really miss when things were so simple.

Although, given how the goosebumps are working their way up and down your arms, it seems your body doesn't miss the cold. And it doesn't like how cold this room is either.

You take another drink, buying yourself time to think and go over what she said.

"This really isn't what I was expecting." Something bad will happen at work tonight, if you believe what the possibly crazy lady told. For a second, you contemplate just calling in sick and avoiding the whole mess. Then you realize that she also said something about you rescuing her?

Then there's the matter of your 'relationship', which she hasn't really been that clear on, or the fact that you apparently get to look forward to getting yourself killed in a few months. She takes a sip of her own drink then, while you consider just what the hell is going on. Or if you should even believe her, and just deal with it.

Either way, you need to think about what's going to happen.

>What's a Bio-Emergence?
>How do I die?
>Who are you?
>Wait, what happens if fail to rescue you? Is there going to be a time-paradox, or...?

>>43819841
>How do I die?
inb4 she kills us

>>43819841
>What's a Bio-Emergence?

>>43819841
>What's a Bio-Emergence?
>How do I die?

>>43819841
>>How do I die?

And, for the sake of it
>>Wait, what happens if fail to rescue you? Is there going to be a time-paradox, or...?

>>43819841
>>What's a Bio-Emergence?
>>Who are you?

>>43819841
>Who are you?

>>43819841
>What's a Bio-Emergence?
>Please say I can just tell people what will happen and call it a day, you know I should be sleeping now right?

>>43820033
>this please tell me we can just warn people and be done with it.
of course then we will probably have to fight angry timeline maintainers from the distant future.

>>43820059
What she is doing is in no way illegal and does not break any timetravel treaties or mess with causality, there's no need to be concerned of Timecop coming to bust our asses.

>>43820077
ah hah and how do I know your not trying to deter us from checking because you want us to get fucked up timecop

>>43820125
Don't worry about timecop, I think. Worry about loli!

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>>43819841

Setting aside the obvious questions about time-travel, who she was. or even the truth about how I died, I started with the first real question to pop into my head, probably because the answer would be easier.

What was a Bio-Emergence?

"An other-dimensional incursion of biological matter." And it's off the races again already. "Sometimes, only harmless creatures or things come from. However, more often than not, the emergent life-forms make trouble wherever they emerge." And here she look away from you again, as though the crazy stuff that came out of mouth made any sort of sense and somehow feared you getting something weird from what she said.

>So, what's a type-04 then?
>How do I die?
>Who are you?
>Wait, what happens if fail to rescue you? Is there going to be a time-paradox, or...?

>>43820240
im still not sure if we got the young girl or the older one

>>43820243
>>Who are you?

>>43820243
Well, that was useful.
>How do I die?

>>43820243
>oh shit somebody call gorden freeman
>who are you.

>>43820243
>How do I die?

>>43820243
>Who are you?

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>>43820243

"... How did I die?"

This is crazy. Believing her should be the absolute furthest thing from your mind. You should probably just continue trying to comfort her, not making her elaborate more and more on these... weird-ass fantasies.

"Beam weapon." The girl responds, whispering to the floor. "An Elba-25 PSI-caster shot, more specifically five of them. You were armored at the time. The armor absorbed the first two hits, and then overloaded, starting to cook you alive inside it. I remember... the screams you made, before the fifth shot was fired. Point blank range, against your forehead. After that, death was instantaneous. Most of your skull was vaporized."

And that right there, is a whole lot more detail than you ever want to consider about your own personal death.

"..." You just took a moment to let that sink in, before moving to the next question.

"Who are you?"

Here, she hesitates.

"You're not going to believe me." She eventually responds, slumping back against you body.

>Try me.
>How hard is a name?
>Without some kind of proof, it's a bit hard.

>>43820243
>Wait, what happens if fail to rescue you? Is there going to be a time-paradox, or...?

>>43821061
>You're me from the future after a sex change, right? And I'm also my own father and mother?

>>43821061
>How hard is a name?

>>43821061
>>Without some kind of proof, it's a bit hard.

>>43821061
>Try me.

also I still say we should contact gorden freeman this is the resonance cascade all over again.

Is OP kill?

>>43821582
no he just updates very very slowly.

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>>43821061

To be frank, you're a little bit surprised at this point.

You sat through the 'From the Future' bit, the 'Exact means by which you will die' piece, and even the part predicting that today/tonight at work something will happen that'll kill four people.

But it's when she gets to her own name, that things start to apparently get absolutely unbelievable.

You raise an eyebrow.

She kind of squirms, teeth biting down on her lower lip. You turn the raise into a full out arch of the eyebrow, and she somehow manages to find it in herself to squirm even harder. You could probably push this into a whole new level of 'Fucking Really?' if you wanted to try making her cry again, but you'll hold off on that for now.

Instead, you just maintain a front of mild disbelief mixed with a tad bit of disapproval, and wait for her to crumble.

And crumble she does after a moment.

She takes a long breath, and breathes it out even slower.

"ArchAngelArmamentSystemCyan137."

... What.

"You called me Ashley."

>Wait hold up, arch-angel?
>OK, so her name's Ashley. You can work with this.
>hahahaha, you're done. Pass out.

>>43821777
>OK, so her name's Ashley. You can work with this.

>>43821777
>>OK, so her name's Ashley. You can work with this.
Fuck tea, where's the liquor?

>>To be frank,
So, our name's Frank.

>>43821777
>OK, so her name's Ashley. You can work with this.

We're getting too old for this shit.

>>43821777
>Find booze, drink until you pass out, resume once you return to consciousness

>>43821777
>Wait hold up, arch-angel?

>>43821777
>Ok, so her name's Ashley. You can work with this.
This bitch, I swear to god. (whichever one is listening)
First thought, she's certifiable. The buses don't go where she lives but they really ought to. Second Thought, her predictions and story about future bullshit might be true, and still doesn't preclude her from being batshit crazy. Third Thought, Florence Nightingale Syndrome is a bitch, so even if she's SANE she still probably needs a shrink.

>>43822136
What do you think the chances are that OP is doing this just to fuck with us and that she's really just making this up to steal our laptop.

>>43822289
Rather low, and if we keep her with us...well, we have ways of punishing her if she was trying to con us.

Not like that, you perverts.

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>>43821777

Ashley. No last name.

OK. So, she's probably delusional. Crazy people don't make sense.

But that doesn't really change the fact that you made her cry a whole lot and good chunk of your blankets are wet with tears and snot.

You take another drink of your cider, and wish that, just maybe, you'd poured something a little bit stronger in there.

Your thoughts flicker over to your phone. Sitting next to your bed, in the other room. Maybe it would be a good idea to actually call the hospital or something, and check her for wound. Maybe her face is on a missing persons signpost, and whatever happened to her really fucked her up.

But that'd mean getting up to got get it, and she might not be very receptive to the idea of you calling the police, especially since it implies you REALLY don't believe her. Then again, she kind of thought you wouldn't.

It's about this time that you manage to notice she's actually fallen asleep. Or is doing a good impression of it. And wow, without any crying, bizarre bullshit, pounding at your door, or birds singing about how much they'd love to fuck, you're actually starting to feel the burn again.

And by that you mean the back of your eyes feel like they're being roasted.

You just close your eyes, and relax. Take a deep breath...

>Go the fuck to sleep.
>Go get your phone.

>>43822439
>Go the fuck to sleep.

>>43822439
>Go the fuck to sleep.

>>43822439
>Go the fuck to sleep

I mean if she's out, we're out. otherwise we'd probably die from something worse than a beam pistol.

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>>43822439
>Go get your phone.
>Fall asleep in the middle of looking up the hospital's number

I know what Manga this guy got his story idea from.

>>43822439
>>Go the fuck to sleep.
In fact, this might just be a dream. When we actually -actually- wake up, there's no crazy girl in our room babbling about dying and time travel.

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>>43822439

Technically, you should really call someone about this. There's a crazy stranger who thinks she's from the future and also maybe a robot or something. Archangel army C-something or other. Seems like a name for a machine, not a person.

But when you came in with her, you made sure to lock the door.

You don't start work until later tonight, courtesy of the fact that you stayed late to help with shit, hence the fact that you're still awake with the sun. And it really is somehow comfortable next to her on the couch.

It takes a moment to rearrange the blankets to cover everything properly, but for now...

Yeah.

This is fine.

It's too late in the day to deal with this shit.

You're going back to sleep.

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Aaaand that's a wrap folks.

Thanks for bearing with my slow procrastinating ass all night folks, as I try to see if I still know how to do this and feel out what exactly I want to do next.

This is pretty much intended to be a one-shot, so I probably won't be continuing it, but I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway.

>>43822716

Also, since I'm pretty sure I was making this shit up as I went along and this whole endeavor started because I was thinking about doing a Kamen Rider parody, I'd love to know about another story where the protagonist just kind of hears about crazy bullshit, doesn't believe it, and the manga doesn't immediately prove the crazy person right.

>>43822786
Re-Marina. Just finished last month so the whole story is out. Kinda similar. Girl appears in persons life from the future, says I love you, I want to save your life. All that in just the first few chapters. I'll leave the rest for you too read