Up until the date of my disappearance, I had been spiraling. January 25th is when I was erased out of the thoughts of everyone in my town. It was like with the snap of a finger, I no longer existed. When I woke the next morning I wasn’t in my room in my twin bed. I was in the middle of a forest, it was so dark and cold, every breath I took formed an icy scythe that was forged by the struggle of my exhausted lungs, I felt as If I could breathe subzero flames. I realized I was still in my hometown but something was off. I trekked through the streets of my little sleepy town of Kawaguchi. I must have looked out of my mind like a jonesing ne’er-do-well come to wreak havoc. I was in my PJs and the Raynaud’s had already set into my toes, brandishing the chalk-white indicator already. My whole body was buzzing, high on anxiety and shame. I hadn’t let myself get like this in years, delirious, sloppy, utterly unaware of my surroundings.