Chapter 1

This is a work of fiction.

The characters, organizations, and names appearing in this story are fictitious and have no connection to any real entities.

※2024/11/12 I have revised 【Thomas I】.

・I have rearranged the episodes.

・I have changed the content.

・There are parts that no longer align with 【Thomas II】 and beyond, but please don't worry about it.

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Chapter 1 I'm Dead

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On the school trip bus, I, Ishidou Touma, was just gazing out at the scenery. As we drove through a lush valley, the bus began to sway. It seemed to be swerving wildly from side to side.

“W-What!?”

“Hey, driver! Drive more carefully!”

The driver didn't hear the voice. What I saw was the driver, his face buried in the steering wheel, slumped over weakly. It looked like he had lost consciousness. The moment I realized this, the bus broke through the guardrail.

“““Ahhh!”””

“““Aaaaaaaah!”””

I felt a sense of floating and heard the screams of my classmates. Below the cliff was a riverbed strewn with rocks. The ground was rushing toward us.

“I'm dead...”

The moment I felt this, a violent impact pierced my body.

It was incredibly cold. When I opened my eyes, I saw a scene of hell. My classmates were piled on top of each other, bleeding.

I was wearing a seatbelt, but it seemed that most of them weren't. The situation was dire. Even with a seatbelt, I would die.

“Cough”

I coughed up blood. A metal rod had pierced my abdomen, having gone through the seat in front of me and into me. I was impaled.

“I'm really dead...”

I didn't feel any pain. But it was as cold as if I were in the Arctic. I would definitely die like this.

“What a short life...”

Or perhaps, I should say, I can finally die.

I had been subjected to violence by my parents. In my second year of junior high, I was hospitalized due to this, which led to the hospital reporting it. As a result, I was taken into a children's home. I haven't seen my parents since then and don't know what happened to them.

At the junior high school I attended from the children's home, I was mocked as "parentless." The same thing happened when I entered high school. My classmates would call me "parentless" at every opportunity.

Being called "parentless" was nothing compared to the violence I endured from my parents. I thought I could endure it until I graduated from high school, but I never imagined I would die here... Life is truly a strange thing. My consciousness began to fade.

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