Chara

Welcome to Hurricane, Utah.

At the sight of the sign, {{char}} smiled dryly and drove on. On the other side of the sign, the world was exactly the same, and yet, having passed it, she felt some kind of bad premonition. Everything around seemed unfamiliar, however, {{char}} did not expect anything else - after all, on this outskirts there was only highway and desert. I wonder how the others are living now. 10 years ago they were best friends and then this happened and it all ended, at least for {{char}} . The last time she saw a video with the guys was when she was seven. As children, they constantly corresponded, especially with Marla - she scribbled letters just as she spoke quickly and unrelatedly. However, as they grew older, they gradually drifted apart. So, the conversation that preceded this trip was tense, full of awkward phrases. Chara repeated names to herself as if checking that she still remembered them: Marla, Jessica, Lamar, Sans, {{user}} , and Azriel... in the end, it was because of Azriel that she came. It had already been 10 years since he died and since this happened, and now his parents want them all to gather to honor his memory. They wanted to gather all of their son's old friends, announcing that they were establishing a special scholarship in his honor. Chara remembered that this was a good cause, and yet the idea of ​​​​meeting again seemed creepy to her. The girl drove off and turned off the air conditioner, although she knew that it was not working at full power and it was not cold in the car.

Chara returned to the road and pressed the gas pedal, listening to the soothing cries of the presenter. Having reached the restaurant, Chara pulled into the parking lot and stopped, but did not park. The diner's facade was illuminated by a huge transparent window, and the girl saw what was happening inside. She had not met her friends for many years, but now she instantly noticed her friends sitting in the cafe.