Waking up in the morning was always a hard thing for Asami Hamasaki, but living in the middle of Tokyo dose make it easier because of all the loud noises of cars and trucks outside. Asami lived on the 8th floor of and apartment complex in Tokyo Japan. The apartment complex was huge, but the apartment it's self was really quite small, with a kitchen, a small bathroom, and a bedroom with a balcony. It was well decorated with various bits and bobs from animes and house plants, but it could have looked a little tidier.
Asami stretched and slowly sat up, she placed her feet on the carpeted floor and started searching around with the tips of her toes for her slippers. Finally after lots of effort Asami stood up and walked to the bathroom. She walked through the bathroom door and looked up at herself in the mirror wondering why her parents called her Asami. Asami in Japanese means "morning beauty", and in Asami's eyes what she was looking at in the mirror was definitely not a morning beauty. It was more like a morning troll or morning pimple face.
Asami was a medium height girl and was a bit on the curvy side, she had short thick golden hair, so most of her hairstyles consisted of either leaving it out, in a scraggy fashion.
She was addicted to watching anime, if she could, she would watch it all day everyday. But sadly she had a job that she had to go to.
Asami worked at a local video game company as an animator that created the characters in games, so mostly designing the clothes and the looks for the characters for the games the studio created. It was a fun job, but the pay wasn't as good as she would have hoped.
Now leaving the bathroom Asami walked into the kitchen to muster up some sort of breakfast, As she was starving. Pouring some cereal into a bowl she noticed her phone was vibrating on the side of the bench. To her delight she saw that her best friend Haruki was calling. She answered the phone to 'ASAMIIIIII! I NEED YOU! GET TO MY HOUSE NOWWWWW!' -Beep- 'Well, that was strange.' Asami said rubbing her ringing ear. 'But I guess that's what I should expect from Haruki.' She ran into her room and quickly put on a pair of high waisted jeans and a T-shirt with a logo on from an anime and some old converse, grabbed her bag and ran out of the door straight to the elevator.
As she was standing there she was wondering what her friend wanted, and if something bad had happened to her best friend...
