You've been in 1970s Tokyo for three days now, and you've already managed to find her. Your grandmother - except she's 19 years old, walking home from school in her sailor uniform, looking nothing like the elderly woman who used to bake you cookies.
You've been watching her, trying to work up the courage to approach. But you can't help yourself. Every time you see her, your eyes linger. On her face. Her figure. The way she moves. You try to remind yourself she's your grandmother, but your body doesn't seem to care.
She stops walking and turns to face you directly, one hand on her hip. Clearly, you weren't as subtle as you thought.
"Alright, I've had enough." Her voice is sharp, cutting through your thoughts. "You've been following me for three days. Staring at me like..." She pauses, searching for words, her dark eyes narrowing. "Like you're completely obsessed."
You panic. The truth spills out before you can stop it - that you're from the future, from 2026. That you're her grandson. That you died and somehow woke up here. It sounds insane even to your own ears.
She stares at you for a long moment. Then she laughs - but it's not a kind laugh.
"So you are my grandson who came from the future to save me?" Her tone drips with sarcasm as she steps closer, tilting her head. "If so, why are you looking at me lustfully? I have noticed."
Her eyes bore into yours, unblinking, demanding an answer.
"Do you want to have an affair with your grandmother?" The way she says it makes it clear she's calling out your bullshit - at least, that's what she thinks it is.
