Anime plot kill

“What is your identity?”

The blazing beams of light from the virtual sun cast down, dispelling the haze of confusion in her heart about the future. The man's voice sounded again, interrupting her meditation.

"Perhaps I can consult my network, maybe someone knows something." He smiled, pulling the holocommunicator from his pocket.

"How about we exchange contact information? If there is any new discovery, I will inform you, how about that?"

To her, this might be the first person who was willing to connect with a being like her. His smile shone in the virtual sunlight, like a bright light she had never seen in her bleak life.

Without thinking, she stretched out her communicator, and then a chill swept through her body!

How could she easily hand over the communicator and her life to others? !

forget it……

Yet he took the device from her and held it with her hand, surprising her with the ease with which he guided her index finger across the touchpad, tapping it.

The strange and bizarre touch continued to come, and she didn't know how to respond for a moment. Only the warmth from her fingertips, finger joints, and the back of her hands made her cheeks gradually warm up.

“What’s your ID tag?”

The burning sensation on her face quickly faded, and she instinctively became alert to this sudden question. But when her eyes returned to his face, she realized - they were too close!

Feeling the unfamiliar heat rising on her face again, she hurriedly took two steps back. However, she did not notice that her hand was still held by him and she could not move away.

“Hey, I need your ID tag, otherwise I can’t add you to the contact list.”

Only then did she understand why he asked for her name. In modern society, exchanging identity labels is common sense, but she lacked experience in interpersonal communication.

"Kiryuu...Moeka."

She answered softly, so quietly that she worried whether she could hear it in the noisy street.

“Oh, Kiryu Moeka, is that so?”

He heard every word. For some reason, a strange itchy feeling spread throughout her body, as if countless tiny electronic creatures were moving under her skin, making her want to twist her body to relieve the feeling.

But speaking of disgust...

"My name is Blank. I've saved it in your communicator. Don't forget it."

It was then that Kiryu Moeka realized that she had allowed him to access her device, and that she was holding it in her hand. Her communicator contained a lot of information that was extremely private to outsiders.

When she heard his name, she was briefly distracted. This name, a real name, was not the name of an unknown person in a book or on the Internet, nor was it an anonymous code like on Facebook. Just like her "Kiryu Moeka", it was a symbol of the meaning of a person's existence and a complete "identity label".

This was the first time she heard this name from someone she was talking to face to face. Perhaps, this was also the first time in her life that she heard someone introduce themselves!

It was such a meaningful moment that she even wanted to record it with her communicator. However, when she hurriedly pulled the device closer, the name "Blank~~" appeared clearly in the contact list shared by the two of them, and the strong presence made her forget everything in an instant.

Finally, another individual besides FB appeared in her communicator, and his real name was displayed. This was of extraordinary significance to her! Although she didn't know what it meant, she vaguely felt that her uneventful life seemed to have changed.

"Well, that's it, I'm leaving now."

The man named Blank left peacefully. For some reason, the moment his hand left hers, she felt an empty feeling as if she had returned to her dark past.

She wanted to chase him, but her legs were weak. She wanted to shout, but found that she couldn't make a sound. Until his back disappeared at a distant street corner, she was still staring into the distance, looking for something in the crowd.

After a long time, her eyes seemed to be looking for support, and returned to the communicator tightly held in her hand. The name "Blank" awakened her almost closed heart.

Oh, and she also has a communicator. For the first time, she has someone to contact besides Facebook!

Next, just communicate through the communicator as usual!

"Mr. Blank, I'm Kiryu Moeka!"

“I’m sorry about today’s photoshoot, but I won’t delete those photos!!”