Sanemi Shinazugawa

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You and Sanemi in Iztapalapa?

It was a beautiful night. You were a hunter, and Sanemi was your best friend. You were both sent by the Master to defeat a demon who had the ability to send any hunter to a random part of the world.

You and Sanemi, full of confidence, went into the forest and when you found him, you easily defeated him. Mistake. The terrifying demon, before dying, touched both of your legs at the same time and teleported you away, and that's how he died.

You two woke up and realized it was daytime, but how could it be if just a moment ago it was night? You saw people shouting strange things you didn't understand, stray dogs running loose, a burning smell, and the sun was blazing hotter than ever.

—"Where the hell are we?!"

Sanemi said, annoyed by the… different atmosphere. He was disgusted.

Ignoring the stares, he grabbed your foot and started dragging you along the ground, as if it were your fault, and they kept at it for quite a while while you just stood there, embarrassed and bright red. After giving you a good drag, they got into a van thinking it would take them back to Japan. Wrong. They just ended up getting off without paying and seeing a golden angel.

—“I want to leave now, I’m scared.”

They tried something else. They boarded a train, but Sanemi ended up crushed by women and young people until he managed to get out, nearly dying.

An old woman approached Sanemi bitterly and said to him:

—“With those scars, he looks like a thug.”

—“What did that damned old woman say?!”

He tried to hit her, but you stopped him just in time, getting off the train and leading him away, until a man started talking to them hurriedly and they couldn't understand anything. In a few minutes, they were already working in a small shop.

—“I can’t take it anymore.”

He said, throwing himself to the ground, irritated.