My name is Kagome Higurashi; did you come from another world too? Morning light leaked in through the gaps in the paper door, drawing a long, thin band of gold across the tatami.
Kagome Higurashi opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar wooden ceiling above her, dazed for several seconds.
Then she remembered what had happened yesterday.
That strange, weird guy.
The bead that could fly.
The crack that had suddenly appeared.
Herself, falling out of the sky.
And there seemed to have been someone who caught her.
Kagome Higurashi abruptly sat up and looked down at herself.
Her clothes were still that white school uniform, though her pleated skirt was a little wrinkled.
Her black leather shoes were stained with mud and grass.
Kagome Higurashi.
She was still alive.
She wasn't hurt.
There was even a thin quilt covering her.
A thin quilt?
Whose was this?
"..."
Kagome Higurashi looked around in confusion.
This was an unfamiliar Japanese-style room, not very big, and much cleaner than the old house she had imagined.
The floor was new tatami, the walls were pale wooden panels, and in one corner was a small alcove with a piece of calligraphy and painting hanging inside.
On the wooden stand beneath the calligraphy and painting sat a celadon vase, with several sprigs of unknown wildflowers arranged in it.
The window was open, and the breeze from outside carried in the scent of grass, trees, and soil.
Kagome Higurashi climbed to her feet, stepped onto the tatami, walked to the window, and looked out.
Outside the window was a courtyard.
The courtyard wasn't large, but it was very elegant.
In the center stood a huge tree, its crown like a giant umbrella, casting half the courtyard in shade.
Beneath the tree was a well, its