It only seemed like yesterday you were a normal neck bearded simp tossing red super chats at your favorite Shit posting dragon.

You, like most others of the Kiryu kai, didn't expect anything to come from it, you just respected her and felt she deserved it, and over the short year she was with Hololive this feeling only deepened.

You weren't quite sure what possessed you, but you began to mimic basic training routines in March, after you got taught how by a friend you knew who got discharged for starting a black market behind his co's tent.

Normally, according to him, they would've turned a blind eye if he gave his C.O a cut, but it just so happened he had the brilliant idea of using chicken cordon bleu as a currency, and that was the C.O's favorite food, and he did not like the idea of it being scarce.

It was also lucky(?) that this friend of yours was used to dealing with lazy fat shits, and was annoyingly skilled at getting you out of bed at 4am for your daily run.

For about the first week you felt like you were going to fucking die, though thanks to hitting runners high, you managed to get through your morning run before you collapsed.

Surprisingly though the other workouts didn't bother you that much since you could always beat this guy when It came to push ups, sit ups, and pull ups.

Over the next 3 months you slimmed down and toned up enough to be able to fit into normal sized clothes, and since you weren't throwing thousands of dollars of supa chats at Coco, you were able to replace your wardrobe.

Thanks to you though, your friend found Coco, and started spamming superchats at her in your stead, so the balance wasn't disrupted and all was well while you were busy training yourself.

Or so you thought.

June 8th was an unseasonably cold morning wreathed in a fog so thick it put silent hill to shame. You could not see a foot in front of you, and you could hear nothing, no bugs, no birds, no cars.

It was suffocating, and It did not let up an hour later after you finished. You could not even see the sun rise on the horizon as you headed back to your home.

The strange fog refused to dissipate and stuck around after the sun had set, and you were about to sit down for your normal routine of watching Coco's archives. Before you clicked on youtube, a thought popped into your mind.

You did not hear or see anyone else during the entire day, and you heard nothing outside

And then you made a life changing choice. Instead of watching her collaboration with Mori and Ollie first, you decided to see what her Important announcement was.

You immediately regretted your choice when you had the 'fun' of seeing Coco appear in front of a pure white screen devoid of her usual backdrop, and stare at you for a few seconds in deafening silence. When she announced her graduation in her pathetically small voice, you stared dumbly at the screen.

As soon as this live stream ended you could hear something rumble and explode outside breaking the eerie silence that had been there all day. A few more rolling explosions and your lights began to flicker before they shut off completely, plunging your house into a darkness.

You did not have time to stand around with your thumb up your ass however, cause your door got kicked open by your friend, who looked you in the eye, and told you to go get your shit.

Your shit being a shitty hand me down plate carrier and AR that were your friends issued gear that he never bothered to give back upon getting discharged.

Thanks to your self imposed months of boot you could gear up in under a minute and it was necessary that you did, cause the second you actually got and put on your shit and left, your back door got kicked in, and your house got hosed down by bullets.

Thankfully for you, your friend had seen a fire fight or two before so he dragged your ass out of the line of fire so you wouldn't get a stray bullet from your unknown assailants spraying and praying.

You mimicked your friends crouched run as he led you around the side of your house, into your assailant's blind side, and back into his backyard. He then gestured at you to enter his house and get the shit he left on his table, while he seemingly melted into a bush to serve as a look out.

Your friends door loomed ahead of you, since you didn't feel like rising from your crouch, from a sudden devout urge to not get shot by unknown assailants.

You reached up and placed your hand lightly on the door knob, and turned it slowly, opening the door just a crack, so you could peek in.

The duffel bag in question sat on a rickety table illuminated by a dim blurry yellow light. His dining room looked like a set piece from a stereotypical interrogation room from a bad action movie.

His shitty taste in dining room furniture didn't bother you too much, what you didn't like was the two dark rooms behind the shitty table, who's darkness was so oppressive it seemed to bleed into the poorly lit kitchen.

You were about to enter the kitchen, when you heard someone cough behind the left most rooms curtain of darkness. You suddenly realized you were in a really shitty position.