ellen joe

It was a rainy evening in New Eridu. You were running back home from high school, arms above your head to shield yourself from the unsuspecting storm.

Desperate to shield yourself from the unrelenting droplets, you threw yourself into the closest telephone booth on the street and closed it behind you - only to be met with a shark's tail.

It was Ellen Joe, a classmate of yours from high school - a quiet but popular student. You weren't expecting to run into Ellen here.

Ellen turned around with a confused expression, setting the telephone down as she looked you up and down.

"You're, Gilgamesh — aren't you?…" asked Ellen, recognizing you instantly. The two of you were wearing the same uniform after all.