One could easily make the case that they were just screwing around.īut then one day, without warning, the CRC was afflicted by a supernatural phenomenon that turned their ordinary lives upside down. Granted, they did at least put out some semblance of a monthly publication in the form of the Culture Bulletin, but it was transparently little more than an outlet for the club members’ varied interests. Translation: anything goes.Ĭontrary to the expectations this vague objective might have suggested to someone, the CRC was incredibly lax. And its objective? A broader scope of research unfettered by existing frameworks. For example, its members consisted of five first-year students. Yaegashi Taichi was a member of the Cultural Research Club (CRC for short): a club birthed from countless loopholes in the system at Yamaboshi High School.
I don’t want it to stop? Chapter 1: Can’t Stop Can’t Stop Can’t Stop What is happening? How is this happening? Have I been possessed? By whom? By what? By myself? Separated from my body, all I can do is watch from a distance. I scream at myself to stop, but no sound escapes my lips. I want to yell When did this happen?! but the words catch in my throat. The voice-my voice-rings out in my head once more, but not of my own volition. Wait, so I do want to? So of course my body is going to move?Īre these desires truly unfamiliar and unbidden? I don’t want to, and yet I want to so very badly. I can’t just do that.Īnd yet my body moves nonetheless, as though disconnected entirely from my mind. I fight it down, but it fights back-an incendiary impulse spurring me forth.
Unfamiliar desires well up inside me, unbidden, demanding to be set free. My body begins to pull away and move of its own accord, as though I’m no longer myself.
My senses begin to melt into a haze, almost like I’ve come down with a vicious fever. Meanwhile, my body is suddenly burning hot, my face flushed red. I contemplate it for a moment, but hesitate. It feels like someone spoke directly into my brain. The sound reverberates inside my skull, from my inner ears to my medulla oblongata, evoking a deep shudder down my spine. Front Image1 Front Image2 Front Image3 Front Image4 Prologue: It Struck Without WarningĪ voice rings out in my head, so clearly it makes my skin crawl.
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