Coastal Setting Manga

THE SEVEN: AWAKENING OF THE LOST GENDER
Scene 1: The World of Silence (Year 2126)
Duniya poori tarah badal chuki hai. Ek mahavinash (catastrophe) ne 100 saal pehle saare mardon ko khatam kar diya tha. Ab dharti par sirf auraton ka raaj hai, jinhone nature aur advanced technology ko milakar ek naya samaj banaya hai. Mardon ka zikr ab sirf purani kitabon aur dhuandhli kisse-kahaniyon mein bacha hai. Shehar se door "Khabdar" naam ke ek prohibited zone mein, Dr. Raghavan (South Indian Genius) ki banayi hui ek underground lab sadiyon se dabi hui hai.

seorang perempuan bernama olin yang mengalami transmigrasi ke dunia komik,memasuki karakter dicky yang ternyata adalah perempuan yang menyembunyikan gender nya kerana suatu hal,dicky memiliki intrik yang ambigu dengan kedua saudara kembar daffa dan darren.saat pesta dansa dicky ingin istirahat dan berjalan keruang istirahat kerajaan,namun dia salah memasuki ruangan.dicky mengunci pintu ruangan dan melepas cicin transformasinya yang membuatnya berubah menjadi wujud perempuan yaitu lyn.namun saat dia sedang istirahat memejamkan mata di sofa, dia tidak mendari keberadaan darren dan daffa yang sedang berada di sudut ruangan tidak sengaja melihat semua hal itu

The walk up to the main house was short, a gravel path lined with solar lights that flickered weakly in the twilight. Steel’s property was an oasis of rural quiet, a stark contrast to the neon anxiety of the Starlight Motel. As they approached the house, the golden glow of the kitchen windows spilled out onto the porch. They wiped their boots on the mat; a ritual Steel performed with a surprising delicacy and entered. The kitchen was warm, smelling of rosemary, roasted beef, and yeast rolls. Stephanie was at the stove, stirring gray with the focus of a chemist. “He’s here,” Steel announced, Hanging his keys on a hook. Stephanie turned, wiping her hands on her white apron with a giant red A on it. “About time, Wash up Alex. Use the good soap, not that grease cutter stuff Gerald keeps by the sink.” It was then that Alex noticed they weren’t alone. Sitting at the round oak table, nursing a glass of iced tea, was a young woman. She looked up as he entered, and Alex felt his boots root to the floor. She was petite, perhaps a few inches shorter than him, with long, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves over shoulders. She wore oversized tortoise shell glasses that magnified eyes, the color of polished sapphire.
She was wearing scrubs- navy blue with a stethoscope still draped casually around her neck like a scarf. “Alex,” Stephanie said, gesturing with a gravy ladle. “This is Devon. She works with me at the hospital. Devon, this is the stray Gerald brought home.” Alex could feel the heat creeping up his neck as he mumbled. “I’m not a stay, I’m an employee.” Devon smiled, and it changed her whole face, softening the intelligence in her eyes into something warmer. “Nice to meet you, Alex the Employee. Steph say’s you’re the one who saved your boss from a falling plate?”

A young boy with blue hair and two eyes, one coloured blue and the other gold, is awoken by his younger sister in her middle school uniform. He wakes up groggy, all messed up, and his long hair covering his face. his foot is shown stepping unto his unkempt room foor

Alarm çalmadan birkaç saniye önce uyandı.
Alışkanlık. Derinlikçiler geç kalmayı göze alamazdı.

Tavanın köşesindeki nem lekesine baktı bir süre. Isıtma sistemi gece yine kısılmıştı. Krizden sonra çoğu şey “optimize” edilmişti. Elektrik, su, nefes.

Telefon ekranında haber başlığı akıyordu:

“Ekonomik toparlanma dördüncü çeyrekte hızlandı.”
“Derinlik Enerjisi üretimi %3 arttı.”

Rakamlar her zaman yukarı gidiyordu. İnsanlar değil.

Ryouhei Morita yataktan kalktı. Tek odalı devlet lojmanında, duvarın yanında katlanır masası, metal dolabı ve askıdaki gri üniforması vardı. Üniformanın sol omzunda mavi bir arma:
Derinlik Hizmeti — Ulusal Enerji Güvencesi

Kahvesini içti. Tadı zayıftı. Kahve çekirdekleri hâlâ ithal lüks sayılıyordu.

Pencereden dışarı baktığında şehri görüyordu. Tokyo krizden sonra sessizleşmişti ama karanlık değildi. Sokak lambaları hâlâ yanıyordu. Metro hattı çalışıyordu. Vitrinler ışıklıydı.

Işık.
Işık için iniyorlardı.

Style:
Colored, mature realistic manga.
Night atmosphere. Intimate, cinematic lighting.

Panel 1

Still inside the white Kia Sorento.
Quiet moment. Engine off. Night outside.

Dialogue (him):

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

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Panel 2 (Close-up on you)

Soft smile. Warm lighting.

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Panel 3

You answer yes (subtle nod or smile).

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Panel 4 (Exterior night shot)

White Kia Sorento from outside.
Silhouettes inside.
Streetlight glow.

Caption:

That’s when it became real.

Style:
Colored, mature realistic manga.
Soft cinematic lighting. Warm indoor tones.

Mood:
Intimate, calm, slow tension. No exaggeration.

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Panel 1 (Top – wide shot)

Bus arriving in Utena.
Cold outdoor tones (blue/grey).
She stepping off the bus with a small bag.

Caption:

This time, I went to him.

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Panel 2

Inside his apartment.
Warm lighting (soft yellow/orange).
Table with sushi boxes.
They are sitting across from each other, relaxed.

Caption:

We had sushi at his place.

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Panel 3

Living room.
Dim lighting. Evening mood.
She lying slightly on the couch.
He sitting close beside her.

No text.

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Panel 4 (Close-up, emotional focus)

Faces very close.
Warm shadows. Soft skin tones.
Almost a kiss — tension visible.

Small caption (choose one):

Option A:

He was very close.

Option B (more cinematic):

Just a breath away.
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The protagonist Miyo is sitting on the edge of her bed. She is a beautiful girl with dark skin, short hair, and a soft, plump figure. Her head is down. She’s staring at her hands. They already feel tired.

A young woman born into an aristocratic family is gently talking with a humble farm worker. Despite the clear difference in their social status, she feels drawn to his sincerity and quiet strength. As they speak, warm sunlight falls over a vast field of blooming sunflowers, swaying softly in the summer breeze. Their conversation is calm and intimate, filled with unspoken feelings, as if the world around them has faded away, leaving only the two of them in that golden moment.

Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night)

A quiet city under a dark sky. A teenage boy stands on a rooftop, hands in his pockets, wind blowing his jacket.

Text (narration):
Every night… the city stops breathing for five minutes.

Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face)

His eyes are tired but alert. A digital watch glows.

Watch: 4:55 AM
Boy (thinking): It’s almost time.

Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence)

Cars frozen mid-road. A bird suspended in the air. Everything is still.

Sound effect: ……

Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy)

A girl suddenly appears behind him, holding an umbrella despite no rain.

Girl:
“You see it too, don’t you?”

Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled)

He turns sharply, eyes wide.

Boy:
“You’re not frozen…”

Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel)

The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense.

Girl (smiling slightly):
“Neither are you. That’s why the city chose us.”

Watch: 4:59 AM

Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise)

Light floods the city. Everything moves again. The rooftop is empty.

Text (narration):
Tomorrow… I’ll wait again.

Small text at bottom:
To be continued.

Morning light crept through the curtains and brushed across my face.

I groaned softly and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint hum of my computer.

“…Huh?”

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair messy from sleep. Something felt different. My mind slowly began to wake up.

“What even happened yesterday…?”

I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, trying to piece things together.

Then it hit me.

The restaurant.
The conversation.
Her.

I could still remember the way the evening felt — calm, easy… surprisingly nice.

“Being with her was actually… really nice.”

I scratched the back of my head, staring at the floor.

Then my eyes widened slightly.

“Wait…”

I froze.

“I never got her number.”

A quiet sigh escaped me as I leaned back on the bed.

“Well… that’s just great.”

The rest of the day passed slowly.

Before long I found myself sitting at my desk, controller in hand, playing games like usual. The glow of the monitor lit up the room while the hours quietly slipped by.

Match after match.
Win, lose, repeat.

Eventually I got hungry.

I wandered into the kitchen, grabbing something quick to eat before heading back to my room.

Later in the afternoon I went out to the gym, lifting weights and trying to clear my mind. Music played in my headphones while the rhythm of reps and sets helped pass the time.

Still… every now and then my thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

Her smile.
Her voice.

It was strange.

We had only just met… but the memory kept replaying in my head.

After the gym I headed home again, tossing my bag onto the floor of my room and collapsing into my chair.

“Man…”

I stretched my arms.

“What are the chances I ever see her again?”
Memories of her pop up.

Right as I picked up my phone—

Buzz.

A notification lit up the screen.

I frowned slightly and picked it up.

Then my eyes widened.

It was a message.

And somehow…

It was from her.

My heart skipped.

“…Wait.”

I stared at the screen again to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.

A slow smile spread across my face.

“…I guess I am seeing her again."

등장인물은 민수(성인,인기 bj다현의 거액후원자,3년간 다현에게 거액의 별풍선을 결제),영준(성인,다현의 남사친,다현과 섹스하는 사이다.),다현(성인,영준에게 푹 빠져있고 민수를 배려하지만 남자로 안본다.) 1컷:다현이 영준앞에서 엉덩이를 흔든다.
2컷:다현이 영준앞에서 방귀를 뀐다 이모든장면에 민수는 출현하지않는다

A busy Roman street market scene focused on currency. In the foreground, a 'argentarius' (Roman banker) sits behind a solid wooden table covered in different types of shiny Roman coins: gold aurei, silver denarii, and bronze sestertii. He is using an abacus. A customer is exchanging money. Beside them, a small bakery (pistor) sells loaves of bread. Textures of worn wood and metal. Art style: Franco-Belgian historical comic style, clear lines.

Character Style Guide (Manga – “The Last Message”)

Direct specifications for consistent visual design.

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1) Main Girl (17)

Build: Slim, average height
Face Shape: Soft oval
Eyes: Large, expressive, slightly downturned outer corners
Eye Color: Warm brown
Hair: Long, straight, dark brown; soft layers; moves noticeably in wind
Bangs: Light, slightly parted in the middle
Skin Tone: Light olive

Signature Details:
• Small beauty mark under left eye
• Star-shaped silver keychain always visible (attached to phone or bag)

Clothing Style:
• Oversized cream sweater
• Black pleated skirt
• Knee-high socks
• Simple white sneakers

Expression Style:
• Emotional range visible in eyes first
• Tears drawn glossy and reflective
• When nervous: fingers grip sleeves

Art Direction Tags:
Shoujo-inspired, soft linework, detailed eyes, subtle blush shading, cinematic lighting.

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2) Main Boy (17)

Build: Lean, slightly taller than girl
Face Shape: Defined jaw but still youthful
Eyes: Calm, slightly narrow
Eye Color: Dark gray

Hair:
• Messy black hair
• Slight volume at top
• Falls naturally over forehead

Skin Tone: Light tan

Signature Details:
• Small bandage on right cheek (adds personality)
• Relaxed half-smile

Clothing Style:
• Black hoodie
• Gray cargo pants
• Simple sneakers

Expression Style:
• Smiles subtly, not exaggerated
• Eyes soften when looking at her

Art Direction Tags:
Clean linework, light shadow under chin, soft glow in night scenes.

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3) Overall Manga Aesthetic

Line Style: Thin but confident lines
Shading: Minimal screentones, focus on lighting contrast
Mood Lighting:
• Warm orange during flashbacks
• Deep blue and purple for rooftop night
• Strong white glow for fireworks scene

Background Detail:
Moderate detail; sky and lighting more important than buildings

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If you want:
• More “anime modern” style
• Dark psychological tone
• Or cute chibi version

Tell me which direction and I’ll refine it precisely.

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Her fingers traced the cold iron bars. How many nights had she spent here? How many times had she counted the bars, unable to sleep?
The space smelled like hay and rust and old wood. There were scratches in the walls—claw marks from previous performers, maybe. Or from her own restless nights.
She curled up on the mattress, tail wrapped around herself, ears flat against her skull.
"I’m a bird trapped in a cage," she whispered to the darkness.
The lantern flickered.
And then—movement outside her window.
A tall figure passed by, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Cinder sat up, ears perking.
The figure wore a long coat and a plague doctor mask—the beak curved and sharp. But strangest of all, faint stars seemed to glow across the mask’s surface, like constellations trapped in porcelain.
Her heart skipped.
Who—?
The figure moved silently through the sleeping circus, heading toward the edge of the grounds.
For the first time in weeks, she felt something other than despair.
Curiosity.

a short story about ai who diss people openly, but seemingly no one notices. it's for a free manga trial. make it ungodly funny, please

This is a wild, satirical concept—very Jujutsu Kaisen meets true crime commentary. Here is the English translation, keeping the dramatic, "shonen-style" flair intact.
Comic Title: "Domain Expansion: Paradise Lost vs. Party Purgatory"
The Concept: The Battle of Infernal Domains
In an interdimensional plane of existence where "cursed energy" generated by vice and infamy takes physical form, the greatest transgressors do not fight with fists, but with the expansion of their psychic "Domains." Here, Jeffrey Epstein and Diddy clash to determine who is the true "Master of Modern Darkness," each projecting his own twisted vision of power and corruption.
The Plot
Act I: The Summoning of Domains
The story opens in a "Non-Place"—a floating arena amidst clouds made of broken TV screens and burnt banknotes. Jeffrey Epstein, possessing a cold and calculating aura, his snow-white hair reflecting moonlight even in the day, smiles sardonically. He has just activated his Domain Expansion: "The Temple of Secrets."
The environment transforms: the Non-Place vanishes, replaced by a spectral, lush version of his private island (Little Saint James). Skeletal palm trees stand against a violet twilight sky. A colonial villa, elegantly sinister, rises at the center. The air is thick with recorded whispers, the echo of contracts, and the distant thrum of a landing helicopter. On the island, instead of sand, there are fragments of shredded legal documents.
The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Epstein’s domain is that anyone who enters is immediately ensnared in a web of legal debt, non-disclosure agreements (NDAs), and implicit blackmail, manifesting as invisible, suffocating chains.
On the other side, Diddy—with an expression of brazen arrogance, wearing a fur coat that sparkles with strobe lights and sunglasses reflecting a million paparazzi—does not hesitate. With a defiant cry, he activates his Domain Expansion: "The Endless Party."
Epstein’s domain is torn asunder by an explosion of neon lights and deafening sound. The island partially fades, giving way to a futuristic, chaotic, and bottomless nightclub. Champagne bottles explode into clouds of sticky foam. Virtual dancers with distorted celebrity faces perform in loops. The air is saturated with the smell of sweat, expensive perfume, and a faint scent of "baby oil" that is anything but innocent.
The "Sure-Hit" advantage of Diddy’s domain is that anyone who enters is forced to dance incessantly, suffering a sensory bombardment that renders them unable to think clearly, while being slowly "anointed" and weakened by a shimmering oil that leaves them vulnerable to manipulation.
Act II: The Clash of Cursed Powers
The two "masters" face off at the intersection of their domains.
* Epstein manipulates his island: the trees transform into legal tentacles attempting to seize Diddy; the ocean waves are made of "dirty money" trying to drown him; and the villa’s screens project compromising videos intended to paralyze his reputation. His attacks are based on "Secret Information" which, when they land, reveal the opponent's weaknesses and past crimes.
* Diddy responds by evoking the "Eternal Celebration": subwoofers launch soundwaves that shatter the structures of Epstein’s island. Giant champagne bottles transform into explosive projectiles. The oil permeating his domain becomes a corrosive substance that dissolves Epstein’s legal documents. His attacks are based on "Distraction and Corruption," aimed at eroding the opponent's will and making them "lose control" of their facade.
During the fight, they exchange venomous barbs that, in this comedic context, sound like boasts of their own infamy:
Epstein: "You’re just a novice! I built an empire on omertà, not some block party!"
Diddy: "Old man! I reinvented the game! You were just an amateur with a checkbook! I have the charisma!"
Act III: The Collapse of Domains and the Supreme Revelation
As the two grow more enraged, their domains begin to merge into a grotesque mess: an island with built-in nightclubs, palm trees dancing to trap music, and legal contracts swirling like confetti.
At the climax of the clash, a third entity manifests. It is not a being, but a gargantuan "Eye of Public Opinion" that opens above them, surrounded by millions of smartphone screens. This eye does not judge; it simply observes, recording every single infamy.
The power of this "Eye" is so great that both domains—built on secrecy and distraction—begin to collapse. The Eye is not an attack, but a simple revelation. In that moment, Epstein and Diddy realize that the true "curse" is not their enemies, but the constant and inexorable surveillance of a world that, eventually, sees and judges everything.
The comic concludes with the two trapped in a "non-place" made of cell phone screens showing their own misdeeds. They realize their "battle for dominance" was in vain. Neither can truly win when their very existence is under the world's merciless spotlight.
Visual Style and Tone
* Tone: Black comedy, grotesque and surreal satire, with a touch of existential horror.
* Art Style: Highly detailed and dynamic, with a sharp contrast between the perverse elegance of Epstein’s domain and the gaudy excess of Diddy’s. The Domain Expansions should be visually spectacular and unsettling at the same time.
* Colors: A rich and vibrant palette with heavy light-and-shadow contrasts, turning almost psychedelic during the Domain Expansion phases.

Panel 1 (wide, top):
A car on the road.

Caption:

Distance was just a number.

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Panel 2:
Map fragment: Utena → Vilnius.

Panel 1 (Top, wide)

Bus arriving in Utena.
She stepping off with a small bag.

Caption:

This time, I went to him.

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Panel 2

At his place.
Table with sushi. Casual atmosphere.

Caption:

We had sushi at his place.

(No exaggerated romance, just normal, real.)

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Panel 3

Later. Living room.
She lying down slightly on the couch.
He sitting close.

No text.

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Panel 4 (Close, intimate framing)

He leans closer.
Their faces very near.
Almost a kiss — but not yet.

Small caption:

He was very close.

OR more subtle:

Almost.

Комикс в жанре супергероики. Три супергероя — “Тип без b”, “Тип без c” и “Тип без b и c”. Каждый спасает мир своим методом решения. Герой без b умеет делить на x, герой без c умеет извлекать корень, третий герой решает мгновенно. Вставь динамичные кадры, где они показывают свои формулы как суперсилы. Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя

Xochi, 19 and Mexican-American, gets turned into the Angel of Independence, a seminude and golden statue located in Mexico City. Xochi has dark brown short hair with a bang nearly covering her right eye and has light green eyes. Xochi is seminude and has golden wings along with a laurel wreath and a broken chain in each hand also with the original pose.

🖤 PLANCHE 6 — Les mots entrent

Même structure, même intention, juste un médium différent.

🟦 CASE 1 — CALME

Aris assis contre le mur.
Le livre ouvert devant lui.
Il lit.

Silence.

🟦 CASE 2 — PREMIÈRE ANOMALIE

Les mots quittent la page.

Pas tous.
Quelques lignes seulement.
Ils flottent, comme mal accrochés au monde.

Pas d’effet magique flashy.

🟦 CASE 3 — CONTACT

Les mots se collent à Aris :

sur les bras

sur le cou

sur le visage

sur les vêtements

Ils ne pénètrent pas encore.
Ils adhèrent.

👉 Comme une écriture qu’on ne peut plus effacer.

🟦 CASE 4 — DOULEUR

Gros plan sur le visage.

Les mots s’enfoncent :

ils disparaissent sous la peau

laissent des traces sombres

certaines lettres se déforment

Texte (petit, cassé) :
« —Gah— »

Cri humain.
Pas héroïque.

🟦 CASE 5 — LA CHUTE

Le corps lâche.

Aris glisse, s’effondre.
Les mots continuent d’entrer, même s’il ne lit plus.

Il n’a plus aucun contrôle.

🟦 CASE 6 — ÉVANOUISSEMENT

Aris inconscient.

Les mots ont disparu.
Plus rien de visible.

Le livre est toujours ouvert.

Silence.

Volume 1 – Spring & First Love

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 1
Chapters: 10
Tone: Light, tender, school romance, slow-burn

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Chapter 1 – The Seat by the Window

Page 1
• Panel 1: Wide shot of classroom, morning sun through windows. Students settling.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “Another spring… another year at this school.”
• Panel 2: Teacher at front, pointing to empty desk.
• Teacher: “New student, Akiyama Haru. Window seat, next to Yamada Mio.”
• Panel 3: Close-up of Mio, surprised, glancing at new student entering.
• Mio (thought): He looks… different.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Haru sits beside Mio, smiling awkwardly.
• Haru: “Hi… hope I’m not in your way.”
• Panel 2: Mio blushes slightly, returning a small smile.
• Mio (thought): Why does my heart feel funny?
• Panel 3: Close-up of both hands reaching for an eraser at the same time. Fingers touch.
• Panel 4: Soft focus on their surprised expressions.
• Narration: “A spark, small as it was, somehow lingered.”

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Chapter 2 – Small Gestures

Page 3
• Panel 1: Lunchtime, Mio eating alone at her desk.
• Panel 2: Haru walks up, holding a milk carton.
• Haru: “You forgot this.”
• Panel 3: Mio blushes, accepting it.
• Mio (thought): He notices me…
• Panel 4: Hallway shot of them walking side by side after class.
• Narration: “We didn’t say much, but every step together felt meaningful.”

Page 4
• Panel 1: Rainstorm outside. Students rushing.
• Panel 2: Haru holding an umbrella for Mio.
• Haru: “We can share.”
• Panel 3: Close-up: their shoulders touching.
• Panel 4: Mio’s inner thought: Please don’t let this end.

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Chapter 3 – Cultural Festival

Page 5
• Panel 1: Festival night, lanterns glowing. Wide shot of the school yard.
• Panel 2: Mio in a simple yukata, looking around nervously.
• Panel 3: Haru approaches, pauses, amazed.
• Haru: “…Wow.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: fireworks exploding behind them, illuminating their faces.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “A perfect moment I wished could last forever.”

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Chapter 4 – Illness Revealed

Page 6
• Panel 1: Haru coughing during class, looking pale.
• Panel 2: Mio discreetly slides a note: “Are you okay?”
• Panel 3: Haru writes back on paper: “Just tired. Don’t worry.” with a small smile.

Page 7
• Panel 1: Hallway after school. Mio watches him leave.
• Panel 2: Inner thought: Something feels wrong… but I can’t ask.

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Chapter 5 – Growing Closer

Page 8
• Panel 1: Rooftop scene at sunset. Haru looks out over the school yard.
• Panel 2: Mio approaches, hesitant.
• Mio: “Do you come here often?”
• Haru: “Yeah… it’s peaceful.”
• Panel 3: Their hands almost touch. Close-up.
• Narration: “Small closeness became our secret.”

Page 9
• Panel 1: Side-by-side flashback panels of their shared laughs, sketching together, walking home in rain.
• Panel 2: Close-up of their intertwined fingers, subtle blushes.
• Panel 3: Wide rooftop shot, petals drifting in the wind.
• Narration: “I didn’t know then that this happiness was fragile.”

Chapter 6 – Rainy Confession (Foreshadowing)

Page 10
• Panel 1: Heavy rain outside school. Students rush with umbrellas.
• Panel 2: Mio walks alone, holding her sketchbook. Haru appears under a nearby umbrella.
• Haru: “Hey… want to walk together?”
• Panel 3: They walk, shoulders touching slightly. Close-up on their hands almost brushing.
• Panel 4: Mio’s thoughts: Every time we touch, my heart skips…

Page 11
• Panel 1: Close-up of Haru, smiling softly, slightly pale.
• Haru (thought): I wish this moment could last forever.
• Panel 2: Mio looks down, quiet blush.
• Panel 3: Their feet step in the same puddle accidentally. Splash.
• Panel 4: They both laugh. Narration: “Little things became everything.”

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Chapter 7 – Festival Confession Attempt

Page 12
• Panel 1: Rooftop at school festival, night sky, fireworks.
• Panel 2: Mio hesitates, looking at Haru.
• Mio (thinking): I want to tell him… but…
• Panel 3: Haru leans against the railing, smiling nervously.
• Haru: “Mio… I—”
• Panel 4: He staggers slightly, clutching his chest. Mio catches him.
• Panel 5: Close-up of their shocked faces.
• Narration: “Life has a way of interrupting perfect moments.”

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Chapter 8 – Hospital White

Page 13
• Panel 1: Hospital hallway. Soft sunlight through windows.
• Panel 2: Mio sits outside Haru’s room, clutching her sketchbook.
• Panel 3: Doctor approaches.
• Doctor: “He’s hiding a serious illness… it’s better you know the truth now.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s tear-filled eyes.
• Mio (thought): I should have known…

Page 14
• Panel 1: Haru lies in hospital bed, pale but smiling at Mio.
• Panel 2: Mio holds his hand.
• Mio: “Please… don’t leave me.”
• Panel 3: Haru gently squeezes her hand.
• Haru: “I’ll fight… but if I can’t… remember me, okay?”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Mio nods, tears streaming.
• Narration: “Even in fragile moments, love feels eternal.”

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Chapter 9 – First Kiss

Page 15
• Panel 1: Sunlight streams into hospital room. Haru awake, Mio sitting beside him.
• Panel 2: Haru reaches out, touching her cheek softly.
• Haru: “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…”
• Panel 3: They kiss gently. Soft panel borders, focus on intimacy, not graphic.
• Panel 4: Mio pulls back, smiling through tears.
• Narration: “A moment too precious for words, too fragile for time.”

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Chapter 10 – The Empty Desk

Page 16
• Panel 1: Back at school, Haru’s desk is empty.
• Panel 2: Mio places a small flower on it, lingering.
• Panel 3: Flashback panels: laughter, shared sketches, rainy walks, festival rooftop.
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s hand holding a note from Haru:
• “Thank you for loving me. Keep smiling, Mio.”

Page 17
• Panel 1: Wide classroom shot, sunlight through windows, empty chair in back.
• Panel 2: Mio stands, looking out the window at cherry blossoms.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t disappear when someone is gone… it stays, like petals in the wind.”
• Panel 3 (Final Page Panel): Close-up of Mio’s hand resting on the desk, eyes soft but resolute.
• Narration: “And some memories are forever.”

Volume 2 – Confession & Loss

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 2
Chapters: 10
Tone: Bittersweet, emotional, hospital drama, first heartbreak

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Chapter 1 – Winter Illness

Page 1
• Panel 1: Classroom in winter. Snow visible outside the windows. Students in jackets.
• Panel 2: Haru coughs into his sleeve, looking pale. Close-up of his strained smile.
• Panel 3: Mio notices, worried, writing a note: “Are you okay?”
• Panel 4: Haru writes back, faintly smiling: “Just tired. Don’t worry.”

Page 2
• Panel 1: Hallway after class. Students rush past.
• Panel 2: Mio watches Haru’s back as he leaves.
• Panel 3: Close-up of her worried face.
• Narration (Mio’s thoughts): “I felt a shadow over the happiness we’d built.”

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Chapter 2 – Feverish Days

Page 3
• Panel 1: Hospital exterior, snow lightly falling.
• Panel 2: Mio arrives, coat buttoned tight, holding a sketchbook.
• Panel 3: Haru lies in bed, pale but smiling.
• Haru: “Hey… didn’t think you’d come today.”
• Panel 4: Mio sits beside him, gently taking his hand.
• Mio: “Of course I came. I’m not letting you face this alone.”

Page 4
• Panel 1: Haru coughs softly. Mio wipes his forehead.
• Panel 2: Close-up: Haru’s hand holding hers tightly.
• Haru: “I didn’t want to worry you… but maybe I’ve been too weak.”
• Panel 3: Mio looks determined.
• Mio: “We’ll face it together. Always.”

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Chapter 3 – Confession Attempt

Page 5
• Panel 1: Hospital rooftop, late afternoon. Sun casting long shadows.
• Panel 2: Haru leans against railing, eyes distant.
• Panel 3: Mio approaches.
• Mio: “I… I want to say something.”
• Panel 4: Haru glances at her, softly smiling.
• Haru: “Me too…”

Page 6
• Panel 1: Close-up of their hands almost touching.
• Panel 2: Haru sways slightly, Mio catches him instinctively.
• Panel 3: Both faces close.
• Panel 4: Narration: “In that fragile moment, words felt too heavy to speak.”

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Chapter 4 – Winter Memories

Page 7
• Panel 1: Flashback panels of winter school days: shared lunches, walking in snow, laughing.
• Panel 2: Close-up of sketchbook pages with drawings of each other.
• Panel 3: Haru coughing in the classroom. Mio’s worried glance.
• Panel 4: Narration: “Every memory felt more precious, because I knew it might be all we’d have.”

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Chapter 5 – The First Kiss

Page 8
• Panel 1: Hospital room, sunlight soft through blinds.
• Panel 2: Haru reaches out, touching Mio’s cheek gently.
• Haru: “I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”
• Panel 3: They kiss softly. Focus on emotion, not graphic.
• Panel 4: Mio pulls back, eyes wet, smiling faintly.
• Narration: “A kiss, fleeting but eternal, marked the start of a memory that could never fade.”

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Chapter 6 – Days of Waiting

Page 9
• Panel 1: Hospital corridor, empty. Mio sketches quietly.
• Panel 2: Close-up of sketches of Haru smiling, laughing, and in hospital bed.
• Panel 3: Narration: “I tried to hold onto him… even as he grew weaker.”
• Panel 4: Haru sleeps, Mio watching, softly crying.

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Chapter 7 – Farewell

Page 10
• Panel 1: Haru’s hand slips slightly from hers.
• Panel 2: Close-up of Mio’s eyes widening, heart pounding.
• Panel 3: Haru murmurs faintly, smiling.
• Haru: “Remember me… always.”
• Panel 4: Mio holds his hand tighter, tears streaming.
• Narration: “I whispered my love… but the world had other plans.”

Page 11
• Panel 1: Wide shot: Haru’s hospital bed, sunlight breaking through clouds.
• Panel 2: Mio alone in the hallway, holding her sketchbook to her chest.
• Panel 3: Flashbacks: laughter, rooftop, rain, first handshake, first shared umbrella.
• Panel 4: Narration: “And just like that… the seat beside me was empty forever.”

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Chapter 8 – The Empty Desk

Page 12
• Panel 1: Back at school, Haru’s desk empty. Snow falling outside.
• Panel 2: Mio places a small flower on the desk.
• Panel 3: Close-up of her fingers brushing carved initials in the wood.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t vanish. It lingers in the smallest spaces, in the quietest moments.”

Page 13
• Panel 1: Wide shot of Mio looking out the window at falling snow.
• Panel 2: Close-up: tear slides down her cheek.
• Panel 3: Mio clutches Haru’s note: “Thank you for loving me. Keep smiling.”
• Panel 4: Narration: “Some memories are too precious to let go, even when hearts ache.”

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Chapter 9 – The First Goodbye

Page 14
• Panel 1: Flashback: rooftop festival, fireworks. Haru laughing, holding Mio’s hand.
• Panel 2: Cut to hospital: Mio alone, looking at petals falling outside window.
• Panel 3: Narration: “I had learned that love is sometimes measured in fleeting moments, not time.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of sketchbook page with both their faces smiling.

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Chapter 10 – Volume 2 Closing

Page 15
• Panel 1: Wide shot: classroom empty except Mio’s silhouette.
• Panel 2: Soft sunlight illuminates the empty desk.
• Panel 3: Close-up of Mio writing in her notebook:
• “Haru, I’ll always remember you. Always.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Snow falls outside. Narration:
• “Even as life moves on, some love stays eternal… etched in the heart like petals in the wind.

Volume 3 – Adult Mio & Reflections

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 3
Chapters: 8
Tone: Nostalgic, reflective, bittersweet, healing

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Chapter 1 – Return to the School

Page 1
• Panel 1: Wide exterior of the school in spring. Cherry blossoms bloom, petals drifting in the wind.
• Panel 2: Adult Mio (mid-20s) stands at the gate, briefcase in hand, soft smile.
• Mio (thought): I haven’t been here in ten years…
• Panel 3: Close-up of her hand brushing against the gate, remembering.
• Panel 4: Wide shot of school yard, empty, echoing past laughter.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Mio walks through the familiar hallway, dust motes in sunlight.
• Panel 2: Close-up of her gaze stopping at the back corner — Haru’s empty desk.
• Panel 3: Mio (whispering): “You’re still here, aren’t you?”
• Panel 4: Flashback panel: Haru laughing, giving her a playful wink in the same seat.

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Chapter 2 – Memories in the Classroom

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio sits at Haru’s desk, fingers tracing carved initials.
• Panel 2: Close-up of old sketches she kept in a notebook: shared doodles, cherry blossoms, small moments.
• Panel 3: Mio smiles softly, eyes misty.
• Narration: “I carry these memories like treasure… even now.”
• Panel 4: Wide panel of empty classroom, sunlight streaming in.

Page 4
• Panel 1: Mio notices a little girl outside the window, sketching petals in her notebook.
• Panel 2: Close-up: Mio smiles, heartwarming.
• Panel 3: Mio kneels beside the girl.
• Mio: “Mind if I watch?”
• Panel 4: Girl smiles shyly: “Sure!”

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Chapter 3 – Haru’s Letter

Page 5
• Panel 1: Mio finds a yellowed envelope tucked under the desk.
• Panel 2: Close-up of handwriting: “If you’re reading this, it means you’ve remembered me. Thank you for loving me. Live fully, Mio. Promise me.”
• Panel 3: Tears roll down Mio’s cheeks. She clutches the note to her chest.
• Mio (thought): I did, Haru… every day.
• Panel 4: Wide panel: cherry petals swirl around her, sunlight hitting her face.

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Chapter 4 – Life Moves On

Page 6
• Panel 1: Mio walking down a cherry blossom-lined street.
• Panel 2: She watches children playing, couples laughing.
• Panel 3: Close-up: little girl from before showing Mio her sketch.
• Panel 4: Mio opens her old sketchbook, inspired to draw again.
• Narration: “Love doesn’t end with loss. It continues in memories, kindness, and inspiration.”

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Chapter 5 – Reflection at Sunset

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio revisits the school one last time, sitting on the steps outside.
• Panel 2: Cherry blossoms fall around her.
• Panel 3: Soft, imaginary voice of Haru: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 4: Mio smiles, eyes glistening:
• Mio: “Me too, Haru… always me too.”

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Chapter 6 – Moving Forward

Page 8
• Panel 1: Wide shot: Mio walking away from school gate, briefcase in hand.
• Panel 2: Close-up: her sketchbook tucked under her arm, pages fluttering in the wind.
• Panel 3: Narration: “Some love never fades… it simply guides the next steps of our lives.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Cherry blossoms fall, school bell rings faintly in distance, symbolizing past and hope for the future.

Volume 4 – Teacher Mio & Mentorship

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 4
Chapters: 8
Tone: Reflective, mentoring, subtle hope, echoes of past love

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Chapter 1 – First Day as a Teacher

Page 1
• Panel 1: Exterior: School in spring. Cherry blossoms in full bloom.
• Panel 2: Adult Mio stands in front of a classroom, smiling warmly.
• Narration: “I never imagined returning… but life brings us full circle.”
• Panel 3: Wide shot of students settling in.
• Panel 4: Mio notices a boy at the back, sketching quietly.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Close-up of boy, Riku, focused, messy hair, serious expression.
• Panel 2: Mio’s inner thought: There’s something familiar about him…
• Panel 3: Students chatting around him. Mio approaches.
• Mio: “Hello, I’m your new art teacher. Can I see what you’re drawing?”
• Panel 4: Riku hands her a sketch.
• Riku: “It’s nothing special.”

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Chapter 2 – Echoes of Haru

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio studies the sketch. Wide shot shows her gentle smile.
• Mio: “No, this is wonderful. I see a lot of feeling here.”
• Panel 2: Close-up: Riku blushes slightly, looking down.
• Panel 3: Flashback panel: Mio sketching with Haru in school.
• Panel 4: Narration: “It reminded me of someone I once knew… someone who changed me.”

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Chapter 3 – Mentoring Moments

Page 4
• Panel 1: Art club room, students painting, drawing. Riku sits quietly sketching.
• Panel 2: Mio kneels beside him, pointing at a detail.
• Mio: “Try feeling the wind in the petals… imagine it moving through your brush.”
• Panel 3: Riku nods, focused, inspired.
• Panel 4: Close-up of Mio’s thoughtful face.
• Narration: “Teaching him reminded me that love isn’t just for the heart… it’s for the soul.”

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Chapter 4 – Festival Preparations

Page 5
• Panel 1: Students decorate school for cultural festival, Mio supervising.
• Panel 2: Riku approaches, holding a folded sketch.
• Panel 3: Close-up: sketch shows Mio at the school steps surrounded by cherry blossoms.
• Panel 4: Mio gasps softly, tears welling up.
• Mio: “You… captured something I didn’t even know I remembered.”
• Panel 5: Riku smiles shyly.
• Riku: “I wanted you to see what your presence does… even without knowing it.”

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Chapter 5 – Graduation Day

Page 6
• Panel 1: Graduation ceremony, students in caps and gowns. Wide shot.
• Panel 2: Riku approaches Mio, holding a sketchbook.
• Riku: “Thank you for believing in me.”
• Panel 3: Mio hugs him briefly.
• Mio: “Carry your feelings with you. That’s how people live on.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Mio watching Riku walk away, cherry petals swirling.
• Narration: “Haru’s memory guided me here… and now I could guide others.”

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Chapter 6 – Reflection on Love and Mentorship

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio stands on the school rooftop at sunset.
• Panel 2: Soft, imaginary voice of Haru: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles, eyes soft, remembering.
• Mio: “I hope you see… I’ve carried you in everything I do.”
• Panel 4: Close-up of sketchbook in her hands, sketches of students, cherry blossoms, and memories of Haru.

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Chapter 7 – Passing the Torch

Page 8
• Panel 1: Classroom empty after school, sunlight streaming in.
• Panel 2: Mio tidies up Riku’s art supplies.
• Panel 3: Narration: “Some love leaves only memories… some leaves a legacy.”
• Panel 4: Wide panel: Mio walking through school gate, cherry petals falling.
• Narration: “Haru’s presence lingered, but life moves forward… and so must I.”

Volume 5 – Adult Romance & New Love

Title: When the Bell Rang Twice – Volume 5
Chapters: 8
Tone: Bittersweet romance, healing, hope

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Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter

Page 1
• Panel 1: Mio walking home after school, cherry blossoms drifting in the wind.
• Panel 2: She bumps into Kaoru, books flying everywhere.
• Kaoru: “Oh no! I’m so sorry!”
• Panel 3: Mio kneels to help him gather the papers. Their hands brush.
• Panel 4: Mio (thought): There’s something… calming about him.

Page 2
• Panel 1: Kaoru hands her a book with a shy smile.
• Kaoru: “I think fate wants us to meet like this.”
• Panel 2: Mio blushes slightly, smiling faintly.
• Panel 3: Wide shot of cherry petals swirling around them.
• Panel 4: Narration: “Life has a way of introducing new stories… even after heartbreak.”

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Chapter 2 – Shared Memories

Page 3
• Panel 1: Mio and Kaoru walking side by side under cherry trees.
• Panel 2: Kaoru glances at her.
• Kaoru: “Do you like cherry blossoms?”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles softly, thinking of Haru.
• Mio: “I do… they remind me of fleeting moments.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru takes a deep breath.
• Kaoru: “Then maybe we can make new moments together.”

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Chapter 3 – Past and Present

Page 4
• Panel 1: Mio visits her old school with Kaoru, showing him the classroom and Haru’s desk.
• Panel 2: Kaoru: “He must have been very special.”
• Panel 3: Mio nods, tearful but smiling.
• Mio: “He still is… in a way.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru gently squeezes her hand.
• Kaoru: “And I’ll try to be special too… without replacing him.”

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Chapter 4 – Confession Under Cherry Blossoms

Page 5
• Panel 1: Spring festival at school, petals falling everywhere.
• Panel 2: Kaoru nervously presents a small sketchbook to Mio.
• Kaoru: “I drew this… it’s us, walking here together.”
• Panel 3: Mio flips through it, softly laughing and tearing up.
• Mio: “You captured… something I didn’t even realize I remembered.”
• Panel 4: Close-up: Kaoru leans slightly closer.
• Kaoru: “Mio… will you give me a chance?”

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Chapter 5 – Acceptance

Page 6
• Panel 1: Mio’s eyes glisten with tears.
• Panel 2: Close-up of Mio’s hands hesitating, then intertwining with Kaoru’s.
• Panel 3: Mio (thought): Haru… it’s okay to love again.
• Panel 4: Wide panel: both walking hand in hand, petals falling around them.

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Chapter 6 – New Beginnings

Page 7
• Panel 1: Mio and Kaoru strolling under cherry trees, soft sunlight.
• Panel 2: Close-up: sketchbook in Mio’s bag, showing drawings of Haru and past memories.
• Panel 3: Mio (thought): “Love can exist in layers… the past shapes the present.”
• Panel 4: Kaoru smiles at her.
• Kaoru: “Thank you for letting me walk with you.”

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Chapter 7 – Life and Memory

Page 8
• Panel 1: Mio pauses, looking at the school from afar.
• Panel 2: Soft voice of Haru in memory: “I’m proud of you, Mio.”
• Panel 3: Mio smiles, holding Kaoru’s hand.
• Mio: “I am too… for both of us.”
• Panel 4 (Final Panel): Wide shot of cherry blossoms falling, school bell ringing in the background.
• Narration: “The bell rings for past love… and for new beginnings.”
Manga

Bagas selalu pamit dengan cara yang rapi.
Tidak pernah tergesa, tidak pernah dramatis.
Seolah pamit adalah bagian dari etika kerja—bukan perasaan.

“Duluan ya.”

Kalimat itu keluar dari mulutnya hampir setiap hari, di jam yang hampir sama.
Nada suaranya datar, senyumnya tipis, cukup untuk disebut sopan.
Ia berdiri.
Mengambil tas.
Menunggu satu detik.
Selalu satu detik.
Tidak untuk apa-apa.
Hanya jeda kecil yang tidak pernah ia sadari alasannya.

“Ya,” jawab seseorang dari balik layar komputer.

Ada yang mengangguk.
Ada yang bahkan tidak menoleh.
Bagas melangkah pergi.
Lift turun perlahan.
Pantulan wajahnya terlihat di dinding kaca—tenang, tidak terburu-buru, tidak meninggalkan apa pun di belakang.

Ia menyukai rasa ini.
Rasa pergi tanpa ditahan.

Di meja kerjanya, semuanya tertata rapi. Tidak ada barang personal yang mencolok. Tidak ada foto. Tidak ada catatan yang tertinggal.
Bagas percaya, barang yang mudah ditinggal tidak akan menyulitkan siapa pun.
Termasuk dirinya.

💗 Sweet High School Lovers (Manga Style)
Name: Hana Saito
A 16-year-old girl with soft, shoulder-length dark brown hair that slightly curls at the ends.
Her eyes are warm hazel, always shining when she laughs.
She wears a neat school uniform: a navy skirt, white blouse, and a red ribbon tied under the collar.
Hana is kind, a little shy, and loves reading romance novels during lunch break.
When she’s nervous, she plays with the ribbon on her uniform.
Name: Ren Takahashi
A 17-year-old boy with messy black hair that falls into his eyes.
His eyes are deep gray and usually calm, giving him a cool but gentle look.
His uniform is slightly untidy—his tie is always a bit loose and his sleeves rolled up.
Ren is quiet and protective but secretly very sweet.
He likes sketching in a small notebook during class.
🌸 Their Relationship
Hana and Ren sit next to each other in class. At first they were just classmates, but they slowly became close.
Ren often walks Hana home after school.
Hana sometimes brings homemade snacks for him.
When Hana gets embarrassed, her cheeks turn pink and Ren smiles softly.
They like sitting under the school cherry blossom tree after classes.
Even though they are shy, their small moments together—sharing notes, laughing quietly, and studying side by side—make their love feel sweet and real, just like in a slice-of-life manga. 🌸

it needs to be in color( no weapon no book) Cinder practiced until her muscles screamed. New flips. Higher jumps. More fire. She pushed herself until she collapsed, panting, ears ringing.
It didn’t matter.
The crowds kept shrinking.
The other performers stopped meeting her eyes. The vendors no longer offered her treats. The strongman walked past her without a word.
She was invisible.
One night, she overheard the Ringmaster talking outside her wagon.
"The new performer arrives next week. Finally, we’ll have a real star again."
"What about Cinder?" someone asked.
"What about her? She’s done. Once the new act is settled, she’s out."
Cinder pressed her back against the wall of her wagon, heart pounding. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.
Out. Replaceable. Done.
She looked around her "room"—if you could call it that.
A cramped wagon with iron bars on the windows. A thin mattress on the floor. A cracked mirror. The door locked from the outside every night "for her safety."
She’d never noticed before how much it looked like a cage.

A man with his hair tied back, wearing a white t-shirt with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath, black shorts, and blue sneakers is called Mizaki. After playing basketball, he returns home and uncovers a mysterious crystal that gives him power, right after that, the government calls him for he annual team vs team death fight.

the big guy who is clearly strong and playful is a school bully and he obviously loves the small one who is new to this school and very shy and introverted, crybaby, the big guy loves to tease and hug the small one to show affection but in a strong manly way but somehow romantic and loves to walk around the school with the small one to make sure this small guy know that he is his boyfriend not just a normal friend of his

in the school, today is the opening day, the small guy is new here, introduced by the teacher of the class, he is cute but also shy and introverted. he hopes to have new friends here."Ha-hi, ma-my name is Buchi, I am new here, nice to meet you all...", he said shyly and reluctantly, eberyone seems to be k with this new guy, except one guy in the back of the class room. his name is Hirata, everyone knows he is a big bully type of guy in this school, and nobody wants to be with him, and he surrisingly noticed Buchi the new small cute guy. but he is super manly and look scary. there is no seat in the room left except the next to Hirata so the teacher told Buchi to be friends with Hirata. so Buchi slowly walks to the empty seat where Hirata is sitting. he sits down, and greets Hirata and asked for his name."Hi, I am Buchi, and you are...". Hirata gave the athetic subtle smirk on his face with the silence at first. and then he just said intimidatingly: "Hirata.", with the look that he gave Buchi the pathetic look subtly telling that he is going to do a ot of bad things to him in his mind, and Buchi is just sitting there, feeing intimidated and said:"na-nice to meet you, Hirata..." and hirata just kept staring at Buchi while Buchi is trying to not make any eye contact with his intiidating look

kaki is a human vampire hybridKaki is eating sweet at the sweet shop sitting on the side of the shop by the foot path.
a little boy picks his coat pocket and takes his money purse. A disembodied voice is heard only by kaki saying, “the child has taken your money. Are you not going to do anything about it?”
Kaki says in a low volume voice, “ I know…but im not done eating this delicious (sweet)”
After finishing off his plate, kaki pays the shop keeper with money from his other pocket and walks in the direction the child took

# **SILENT SEASONS**

## COMPLETE STORY SUMMARY — ALL 30 CHAPTERS

*A quiet, character-driven manga about guilt, communication, separation, and choosing to stay.*

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### **CHAPTER 1 — THE SOUND OF NOTHING**

Aki Mori lives wrapped in silence, avoiding the world with empty headphones. Hana Kurosawa transfers into his class, using a notebook and sign language. Her presence awakens memories Aki has buried.

### **CHAPTER 2 — WORDS BETWEEN PAGES**

Aki and Hana begin communicating through writing in the school library. Silence becomes shared rather than isolating. A fragile connection forms.

### **CHAPTER 3 — HANDS THAT TREMBLE**

Hana teaches Aki basic sign language. Aki struggles but keeps trying, showing effort instead of avoidance for the first time.

### **CHAPTER 4 — ECHOES**

Flashbacks reveal Aki bullied a deaf girl as a child. His shame explains his fear of speaking and closeness.

### **CHAPTER 5 — DISTANCE ON PURPOSE**

Aki begins pulling away from Hana, believing he doesn’t deserve her kindness. Hana notices but doesn’t force him.

### **CHAPTER 6 — A QUESTION LEFT UNANSWERED**

Hana asks if she did something wrong. Aki cannot respond, deepening the emotional gap.

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### **CHAPTER 7 — THE SHAPE OF AN APOLOGY**

Aki confesses his past to Hana in writing, admitting his guilt without asking for forgiveness.

### **CHAPTER 8 — I AM NOT HER**

Hana responds honestly: she is not the person Aki hurt, but she understands that pain. They remain together, cautiously.

### **CHAPTER 9 — RUMORS**

School gossip puts pressure on Hana and Aki. Their quiet bond becomes exposed.

### **CHAPTER 10 — RAIN**

Misunderstandings push them apart. A rainy evening ends with Aki returning Hana’s dropped notebook, choosing not to disappear.

### **CHAPTER 11 — STAY**

At a summer festival, Aki removes his headphones and signs his feelings imperfectly. Hana asks him to stay.

### **CHAPTER 12 — SPRING, QUIETLY**

Aki speaks aloud for the first time, a simple greeting. They walk forward together, changed but unfinished.

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### **CHAPTER 13 — OUTSIDE VOICES**

Hana joins a deaf community group, finding confidence beyond Aki. Their world begins to expand.

### **CHAPTER 14 — UNSAID THINGS**

The notebook fails them. Assumptions replace communication, creating quiet tension.

### **CHAPTER 15 — WHO ARE YOU?**

Hana asks Aki who he is without apologizing. The question shakes him deeply.

### **CHAPTER 16 — BREAKING QUIET**

They decide to take time apart, understanding distance may be necessary to grow.

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### **CHAPTER 17 — SEPARATE ROOMS**

Aki and Hana live parallel lives. Silence returns, but it feels different—emptier.

### **CHAPTER 18 — LEARNING TO LISTEN**

Aki learns that listening requires action, not just quiet. Hana learns strength doesn’t mean isolation.

### **CHAPTER 19 — ATTEMPTS**

Aki practices speaking more, failing often but continuing. Growth is slow and uncomfortable.

### **CHAPTER 20 — THE PERSON I WAS**

Aki confronts his past directly, seeking out the person he once hurt to apologize without expectation.

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### **CHAPTER 21 — WORDS SAID ALOUD**

Aki speaks clearly for himself for the first time. His voice is no longer only tied to guilt.

### **CHAPTER 22 — WATCHING FROM AFAR**

Hana witnesses Aki’s growth without interfering, respecting his independence.

### **CHAPTER 23 — A FAMILIAR SILENCE**

They meet again after time apart. The silence between them is calmer, no longer heavy.

### **CHAPTER 24 — HOME IS A PERSON**

They acknowledge their feelings openly. Love is quiet, mutual, and chosen.

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### **CHAPTER 25 — NEW SEASONS**

Adulthood approaches. Careers and distance threaten stability.

### **CHAPTER 26 — FEAR RETURNS**

Old anxieties resurface, but this time they talk instead of withdrawing.

### **CHAPTER 27 — SIDE BY SIDE**

They face uncertainty together, supporting without depending.

### **CHAPTER 28 — NO PROMISES**

They reject dramatic vows, choosing honesty over guarantees.

### **CHAPTER 29 — THE PLATFORM AGAIN**

The story mirrors its beginning: a train platform, but now shared.

### **CHAPTER 30 — STILL, I STAY**

Without words, they choose each other and the life ahead. Silence is no longer something to fear.

---

## **FINAL MESSAGE**

*Some silences hurt.
Some heal.
And some are shared.*

## **END O

🎬 PAINEL 01 — Skyline de Seul ao amanhecer

VISUAL: Painel panorâmico, full-width. Vista aérea de Seul às 7h da manhã. Prédios espelhados, sol nascente em laranja e rosa. No centro, um arranha-céu com o logotipo NEXORA em azul neon.

NARRAÇÃO (caixa no topo, letra delicada): "Seul, 7h da manhã. Em algum lugar nessa cidade, alguém está prestes a cometer um erro muito, muito caro."
✦ SFX: sons de trânsito matinal, pombos

🎬 PAINEL 02 — Interior do arranha-céu — Lobby da NEXORA

VISUAL: Lobby minimalista, todo branco e vidro. Funcionários bem vestidos cruzam o espaço em ritmo apressado. No centro, um painel com os dizeres: "NEXORA — Engineering the Future."

ÂNGULO: Close no relógio digital na parede: 07:58.

NARRAÇÃO: "A NEXORA é a startup de tecnologia mais bem avaliada do país pelo terceiro ano consecutivo. Graças a um único homem."

🎬 PAINEL 03 — Close em Han Joon-seo — Grande impacto visual

VISUAL: Painel de impacto alto. Joon-seo entra pelo lobby em câmera lenta visual. Terno preto imaculado, expressão neutra, xícara de café na mão. Os funcionários ao redor se endireitam discretamente quando ele passa.

ÂNGULO: Low-angle shot, fazendo-o parecer monumental. Foco desfocado nos funcionários ao fundo.

NARRAÇÃO: "Han Joon-seo. 30 anos. CEO. QI 147. Zero tolerância para incompetência — ou para pessoas que chegam atrasadas."
✦ SFX: silêncio dramático, trilha sonora de fundo que soa épica

🎬 PAINEL 04 — CORTE — Rua externa, 08:01

VISUAL: Painel CÔMICO de contraste. Yeon Mirae correndo desesperadamente na rua, mochila saltitando nas costas, cabelo desgrenhado, fone de ouvido no pescoço, bagel na boca.

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Pânico total, olhos arregalados, bochechas vermelhas.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO (forma irregular, letra caótica): "Primeiro dia. PRIMEIRO DIA. Por que — por que eu dormi? Por que o alarme não tocou? Por que eu existi?"
✦ SFX: FWOOSH — barulho de corrida frenética

LEGENDA DE TEMPO: 08:01 — Reunião de onboarding: 08:00

🎬 PAINEL 05 — Entrada do prédio — Yeon Mirae vs. porta giratória

VISUAL: Mirae empurra a porta giratória com força demais, tropeça, e entra no lobby em total desequilíbrio. Os funcionários ao redor olham. Ela se endireita fingindo que foi intencional.

MIRAE: "Bom dia a todos! Tudo... tudo normal aqui."

REAÇÃO DE FUNDO: Funcionário A sussurra para o Funcionário B: "...ela tropeçou na porta giratória."
✦ SFX: BANG — porta batendo
📝 Nota: Expressão de Mirae: sorriso forçado de 'não aconteceu nada'

🎬 PAINEL 06 — Frente ao elevador — O grande erro

VISUAL: Mirae corre em direção ao elevador. Dois elevadores: um com placa dourada discreta "CEO" (pequena, que ela ignora), outro normal. Ela aperta o botão do elevador CEO sem ler.

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO: "Décimo andar, décimo andar, décimo andar—"

VISUAL: As portas se abrem. Dentro: Han Joon-seo, sozinho, olhando o celular.

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Sobrancelha levemente erguida. Não está acostumado com pessoas neste elevador.

🎬 PAINEL 07 — DENTRO DO ELEVADOR — A catástrofe do café

VISUAL: Mirae entra correndo, freando em último segundo. Mas a inércia faz o café dela — que ela não percebeu que estava segurando — voar em arco perfeito.

PAINEL CÂMERA LENTA (efeito visual): O café em slow-motion no ar. Expressão de horror de Mirae. Expressão de incredulidade de Joon-seo. O café pousa no peito do terno dele.
✦ SFX: SPLASH — barulho exagerado de líquido

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Congelado. Olha para o café no terno. Olha para Mirae. Temperatura da sala cai 10 graus.
EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Branca como papel. Fone de ouvido ainda tocando — trilha sonora inapropriadamente animada vaza pelo fone.

🎬 PAINEL 08 — Reação — O silêncio mais longo da história

VISUAL: Painel estreito e alto: apenas os olhos de Joon-seo, olhando para baixo para a mancha. Depois os olhos de Mirae, olhando para cima para ele. Silêncio visual pesado.

ÂNGULO: Alternância de close nos rostos, como um duelo de faroeste.

MIRAE: "Eu... eu sou muito boa em consertar situações. Isso aqui... definitivamente não é uma delas."

🎬 PAINEL 09 — A cena cômica — Mirae tenta resolver

VISUAL: Mirae tira o cachecol da mochila e tenta tampar a mancha no terno de Joon-seo. Ele a para com uma mão, expressão indescritível — entre irritação e fascinação involuntária.

JOON-SEO: "O que exatamente você está fazendo?"
MIRAE: "Solução criativa de problemas! Aprendi num TED Talk."
JOON-SEO: "Pare."
MIRAE: "Parado."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE MIRAE: "Ele está com raiva? Parece com raiva. Isso é a cara dele de raiva ou a cara dele de sempre? Homem difícil de ler."

🎬 PAINEL 10 — Mirae ainda sem saber quem ele é

VISUAL: Mirae ajeita a mochila, faz respiração funda, e decide adotar postura profissional. Joon-seo a observa como se fosse um fenômeno meteorológico inexplicável.

MIRAE: "Olha, sinto muito pelo terno. Mas, honestamente? Você deveria soltar mais. Você tem cara de chefe que estressa a equipe."

EXPRESSÃO JOON-SEO: Pisca. Não processou direito.

JOON-SEO: "Perdão?"
MIRAE: "Liderança rígida demais cria ambiente tóxico. Li o relatório de clima organizacional da empresa semana passada — nota 6.2 de 10. Não é ótimo."

BALÃO DE PENSAMENTO DE JOON-SEO: "Ela... leu o relatório de clima?"

🎬 PAINEL 11 — Chegada ao andar — A revelação

VISUAL: Elevador abre no andar executivo. Park Siwon está esperando com agenda na mão. Seus olhos vão de Joon-seo (terno manchado) para Mirae (cara de quem não sabe onde está) e de volta.

EXPRESSÃO SIWON: Máscara profissional perfeita, mas os olhos dizem "o que aconteceu aqui?"

SIWON: "Bom dia, Sr. Han. Sua primeira reunião em cinco minutos."

MIRAE — olha a placa do andar: ANDAR EXECUTIVO — DIRETORIA.

MIRAE — olha para Joon-seo.
MIRAE — olha para Siwon. Que discretamente aponta para Joon-seo e forma com a boca: "CEO."

EXPRESSÃO MIRAE: Colapso interno silencioso. Sorriso externo fixo no rosto como pintura.
✦ SFX: som interno de sirenes de emergência

🎬 PAINEL 12 — O final do capítulo — Cena de impacto

VISUAL: Joon-seo já caminhou alguns passos em direção à sala. Vira levemente o rosto sobre o ombro para Mirae.

JOON-SEO: "Nota 6.2. Eu sei. Por isso contratei novos desenvolvedores."

PAUSA VISUAL: Close no canto dos lábios de Joon-seo. Quase — quase — um sorriso.

JOON-SEO: "Bem-vinda à NEXORA, Yeon Mirae."

MIRAE — boquiaberta.
MIRAE: "Como você sabe meu nome?"
JOON-SEO: "Eu contratei você."

ÚLTIMO PAINEL — full width: Mirae parada no corredor, Joon-seo desaparecendo pela porta da sala executiva. Siwon ao lado dela, oferecendo discretamente um guardanapo para o café que pingou no sapato dela.

SIWON: "Posso te indicar o caminho para o décimo andar?"
MIRAE: "...por favor."

$In a world where a few can bend probability through raw will, a quiet drifter named Kai Kurozawa discovers his gift isn’t luck—it’s a loaded weapon. Each choice twists the odds, but the universe charges interest. SERIES BIBLE (Concise) Power System — Will / Odds / Backlash • Dwellers: Rare individuals who can impose Tacks (micro‐edits to probability) via focused Will. • Odds: A visualized “grain” of reality; Dwellers sense vectors of likely outcomes as shimmering filaments. • Tacks: Intentional nudges (“make that rope snap,” “let the bus be 8 seconds late”). Each Tack accrues Fate Friction—stress that rebounds later as Backlash (nosebleeds → fractures → catastrophic karmic events). • Edges: Personal rituals or anchors (coin flips, mantras) that stabilize Will and reduce friction. • Zeroshift (mythic tier, late series): A liminal state where Odds are a silent ocean and Will is a blade—do not reveal yet. World • Haven District: Port-city sprawl; rusted rooftops, market alleys, flooded underpass murals. • Glassline Metro: Arteries of the city; reflective tunnels where odds feel “loud.” • The Quiet: A rumored zone where Odds stop moving—foreshadowing endgame forces. Factions • Municipal Risk Office (MRO): Bureau that tracks statistical anomalies; polite on paper, predatory in practice. • The Erased: Black-bag unit rumored to “remove” unstable Dwellers. Recurring Antagonists • Rael, “The Eraser”: Uncanny calm; his talent dampens other Dwellers’ Tacks in close range. He is the city’s whispered full stop. • Anti-Kai (Kairo Tsukami): Never named on-page yet. Thematic opposite of Kai—fixes outcomes by stealing other people’s Will. Themes • Choice vs. inevitability, the cost of power, anonymity in crowds, the math of mercy. VISUAL STYLE GUIDE (for art consistency) • Line: Clean, high-contrast inks; thin outline on faces, heavy shadows on urban geometry. • Tone: Filmic noir with sharp whites for the “Odds” filaments. • Odds Visualization: Fine hairline threads and moiré patterns drifting off objects; when Kai focuses, threads bloom like dandelion seeds frozen mid-gust. • SFX: Minimalist lettering, small caps with long em dashes for sustained sounds (e.g., VRRR—). • Panel Rhythm: Quiet micro-panels for intention → explode into wide panels for consequence. CAST (Core + Non-Dwellers — at least 5) Kai Kurozawa (17) • A drifter with a coin ritual. Soft voice, sharp eyes. Edge: Coin Flip. • Quirk: Counts his breaths when deciding; breath 7 is commitment. • Flaw: Terrified of being the cause. Mei Arakawa (19) — Journalism student, street photographer. Non-Dweller. • Brave to a fault; sees patterns in people. Keeps instant camera on wrist. Jun “Switch” Tanaka (18) — Electronics stall kid; builds things from city trash. Non-Dweller. • Grease smudges, perpetual grin, a tool roll like a scroll. Aya Mori (20) — Med student volunteering at a night clinic. Non-Dweller. • Steady hands; refuses to look away from ugly truths. Inspector Haruto Ishii (34) — MRO field officer. Non-Dweller. • Polite, dry, exhausted; catalogues “anomaly sites.” Koji Nakamura (52) — Market grocer. Non-Dweller. • Kind man, jokes in proverbs. (Mark as at risk in early arcs.) Daichi (12) — Rooftop runner, orphan. Non-Dweller. • Knows every shortcut; sells maps he draws by hand. Rael (??) — “The Eraser.” Dweller. • Neutral face; shoes make no sound. The city gets quiet when he arrives. HIDDEN SEEDS in Chapter One • Page 3: A passerby with a ring—three triangular prongs. Later revealed as an Erased marker. • Page 17: Black van reflection in puddle (MRO plate pattern: 131-21). • Page 28: Blank spot in Kai’s Odds vision (Rael’s signature dampening at distance). • Final Page: A second coin in gutter, heads scratched with a thin inverted cross (Anti-Kai sigil—unexplained). CHAPTER ONE: PAGE-BY-PAGE SCRIPT & STORYBOARD Length: 36 pages (tankōbon pacing). Goal: Introduce Kai, demonstrate low-tier Tack, show cost, hook with a moral pivot.$

🖤 PLANCHE 4 — Les livres qu’on jette

Âge d’Aris : 15 ans
Style : manga noir et blanc
Ambiance : nuit, pluie fine, indifférence
Nombre de cases : 6

Tenue (inchangée, canon) :

haut type kimono simple, blanc à l’origine, très sale, rapiécé

pantalon large déchiré

pieds nus

silhouette maigre, posture fermée

aucun élément moderne

🟦 CASE 1 — PLAN LARGE (haut de page)

Description visuelle :
Bâtiment imposant : une académie.
Façade noble, fenêtres éclairées.
La pluie tombe doucement.
À l’arrière, une ruelle sombre.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 2 — PLAN MOYEN (arrière de l’académie)

Description visuelle :
Caisses en bois renversées.
Livres jetés au sol.
Pages mouillées, couvertures abîmées, boue.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 3 — PLAN MOYEN (Aris)

Description visuelle :
Aris, 15 ans, s’accroupit près des livres.
Il regarde autour de lui, par réflexe.
Personne.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 4 — DÉTAIL (mains)

Description visuelle :
Ses mains fouillent lentement.
Il écarte :

un livre trop mouillé

un autre déchiré

Gestes calmes, méthodiques.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 5 — PLAN RAPPROCHÉ (objet)

Description visuelle :
Un livre plus épais, ancien.
Couverture noire, sans titre visible.
Moins abîmé que les autres.

Aucun symbole.
Aucune lueur.

Texte :
Aucun.

🟦 CASE 6 — CASE FINALE

Description visuelle :
Aris serre le livre contre lui, sous la pluie.
Son visage est neutre.
Décision simple.

Texte (petite bulle) :

Aris récupère ce que le monde abandonne

renforce le caractère obstiné d’Aris

aucune victoire

Комикс в стиле семейной комедии. Три члена — ax², bx, c — представлены как “семья трехчленов”, живущая в многоэтажке под названием “Парабола”. Изобрази сцены: a — папа, b – мама, с – бабушка, дедушка Дискриминант: Мудрый старец или гениальный учёный. Имеет прибор (лупу или компьютер) для расчёта формулы дискриминанта (D = b^2 - 4ac). Дети - Корни x_1 и x_2: два весёлых близнеца. Добавь смешные диалоги. Семья раскладывается в формулу ax^2 + bx + c = a(x - x_1)(x - x_2) Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая

The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth.
He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment.
Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson

Okay, so today started like any normal day, but I should’ve known something bad was about to happen. First off, I woke up late (again). My mom had to knock on my door at least 15 times before I actually opened my eyes. I think she was trying to wake up a sloth because I was moving that slowly. But the real problem wasn’t the time—it was the whole "getting out of bed" thing. My blanket was so comfy I almost became one with it.
After finally stumbling out of bed, I went to the bathroom. That’s when I realized my mistake: I didn’t check the toilet paper. The roll was empty. EMPTY! I swear, the bathroom was mocking me, with the empty roll staring me down like a villain in a superhero movie.
You know how there are always those three pieces of toilet paper left on the roll that no one can ever seem to use properly? Yeah, well, I thought I could manage it, but nope. It was like trying to write a letter with a pencil that’s too short to hold. Useless. So, I had to make a mad dash to the kitchen to grab a paper towel, looking like I was auditioning for the Olympics in the "running awkwardly with pants half on" category.
When I finally came out of the bathroom, I was greeted by my little brother, Sam, who was eating cereal like a monster. I mean, he was literally slurping it like he was trying to suck up a swimming pool. "What’s up, Darek? You look like you just saw a ghost," he said, which is hilarious coming from a kid who still wears dinosaur pajamas at age 9.
By the time I made it to the kitchen, my mom was in full “mom mode,” yelling about me being late again. "Why do I always have to remind you, Darek?" she sighed dramatically, as if I was the first teenager in history to ever run behind schedule. I tried to explain that my shoes had mysteriously disappeared, but she wasn’t buying it.
I’m pretty sure my dog, Muffin, ate them. She's a good dog, but she has no respect for footwear.
Anyway, after my mom finally let me off the hook, I thought I was in the clear. But then came the bus. The bus. I don’t know how, but I somehow managed to trip over the front step and faceplant in front of half the school. I swear, it was like I was in some kind of bad TV show where embarrassing things happen every five minutes.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, when I got to school, I realized that I’d forgotten my lunch. Again. So now, I had to survive on cafeteria mystery meat, which I’m pretty sure is made of recycled socks and disappointment.
But don’t worry, things get better. I’m pretty sure.

Black and white manga-style panel showing a dramatic falling perspective from a tall building, with a blurred cityscape far below. Strong radial motion blur and speed lines rushing downward toward the center, creating a sense of extreme height and panic. No clear character body visible, only a partial silhouette at the edge of the frame to imply falling. Clean monochrome manga line art, high contrast, intense motion effects.
Two small white speech bubbles near the top of the panel contain the English text:
“Huh?” and “This…”
One large white speech bubble dominating the lower part of the panel contains bold, handwritten manga-style text:
“Aaaaaaa!!!!
NOOOO!!!!!

Negative Prompt:
color, grayscale shading, soft lighting, calm atmosphere, character standing, clear facial details, multiple characters, flat perspective