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[COMPLETE] [Meiji 1895- Tokyo 2019] "You, you murderer!"

'It...it wasn't me,' she wanted to say. But the words would not leave her lips. The colour of blood covered her hands, proving the other persons point. It wasn't her, but why?

Framed for her Mothers murder when she was ten year's old. Kaname Setsura spends the following eight years gathering information on the case. 

Against her families wishes, she accepts her scholarship to a famous art University, ST Rinkan. In that place, there is a 'clue' to the events from what happened eight years ago. However right as she is about to marry the man she loves, on the day of their graduation, an accident occurs, leading to her fiance to fall into a coma. Distraught, lost and uncertain Setsura shuts herself away from the world, and her half brother uses this chance to send her away abroad. 

Setsura accepts, but on that day, a grand scale earthquake occurs, right as she is about to board the plane and she wakes up in the middle of the roadside and finds herself in the year 1895. With the help of a man named 'Akito,' she settles into the Meiji era and discovers that the three major "accidents" in her life that occurred, one in 2011 and the two in Tokyo 2019, are connected to a series of cases in 1895 "Mysterious cases of the shard."

We Will Meet Again

He is provoking her. Doesn't she recall how many times Rae did this to her in the past? How many times did he try to manipulate the situation, and cause them so many grievances? Take a deep breath Setsura, don't let this get to you. This is just a dream, too; this isn't reality. A dream, a terrible one.

This man died a long time ago; he admitted it moments ago too. Her consciousness is the only thing talking now. A memory from the past, the current Rae, is part of her subconsciousness. Even if she argued with him, it would do no good whatsoever. Besides, the priority now is the cases in the Meiji era. Setsura took a deep breath.

"He isn't dead," she corrected Rae. Even in these dreams, she cannot say his name. However, Setsura knew she wouldn't give anything away.

"He may as well be," Rae murmured. "Those people already held a grudge after what happened with me, correct?"

Window to the subconscious