Even before chaos swept across the nation, immense pressure had already built up within Chinatsu's mind. Yet no one except her younger brother, Satoru Gojo, had noticed.
To steer the coming plot away from the course of the original work, to spare more people from innocent, needless deaths, Chinatsu, who always wore a smile, had actually been keeping her nerves stretched taut.
Once, Satoru Gojo could no longer contain his questions. He approached Chinatsu and asked her.
"Sis, I don't know what exactly is bothering you, but... ahem, why not let me hear about it? Even if I can't help, I can at least share the burden, right...? Of course, I'm sure I can help!"
Standing before Chinatsu, Satoru Gojo spoke awkwardly, his gaze shifting to her left and right, never quite daring to meet her eyes.
At his words, Chinatsu unconsciously parted her lips. Everything he wanted to hear nearly spilled out; she had even begun to sound out the first word.
But in the end, Chinatsu closed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and let out a soft breath.
She did not want to be a proud, solitary hero.
She merely hoped she would not lose to the future.
As a character who should never have existed, Chinatsu understood that every step she took would affect the predetermined future. Her existence might save countless people, but it might also lead the story toward an even more tragic end.
Telling others what she knew might truly ease the pressure on her shoulders, but it might also take Chinatsu into a completely unknown future whose course she could not see.
Chinatsu could not afford that gamble.
With that thought, Chinatsu answered Satoru Gojo's question with only a gentle smile. She shrugged as though nothing was wrong, then reached out and