Makoto wanders, having found himself in this strange city. This is not where he belongs - and it's not the Ganma world, either. It's like the human world, but it can't be. There's just the one, right? He can't make a gate to get out of here... but he has no idea how to handle this. He's on his own again... and while he's glad Kanon isn't in danger, he has to move. He has to get back. The others need his help.
He sits down at a park bench, There's a... strange ticking, and he looks up, curious as to where it's coming from, before he spots the gears in the trees. ... Well. It's not like he can't climb things. He reaches out to grab the trunk of the tree and climb up.
2
The wrecking yard is familiar, a touchstone, something that looks like something from home. But the 'haunted house' is strange. It's not really haunted... right? No. It can't be. He approaches it anyway, looking curiously at the girl as he approaches. "What is this?" An innocent question, right?
Makoto Fukami | Kamen Rider Ghost
Makoto wanders, having found himself in this strange city. This is not where he belongs - and it's not the Ganma world, either. It's like the human world, but it can't be. There's just the one, right? He can't make a gate to get out of here... but he has no idea how to handle this. He's on his own again... and while he's glad Kanon isn't in danger, he has to move. He has to get back. The others need his help.
He sits down at a park bench, There's a... strange ticking, and he looks up, curious as to where it's coming from, before he spots the gears in the trees. ... Well. It's not like he can't climb things. He reaches out to grab the trunk of the tree and climb up.
2
The wrecking yard is familiar, a touchstone, something that looks like something from home. But the 'haunted house' is strange. It's not really haunted... right? No. It can't be. He approaches it anyway, looking curiously at the girl as he approaches. "What is this?" An innocent question, right?