Seoul Object Story

Tokyo, barely surviving the foreign crisis.

The girl stood by the window on the second floor, taking in the view beyond.

Perched on her shoulder was her small companion, who had been with her ever since the labyrinth.

The scene outside the window seemed as if two worlds were coexisting.

This side was a typical residential area of Tokyo.

The sounds of footsteps from people finishing work, the laughter of students still roaming the streets, the ringing of bicycle bells at the corner of an alley — everything was ordinary.

But just a few blocks away, it was different.

There was nothing there.

To be precise, everything had vanished.

No buildings, no roads, no trees.

Not even a single weed grew in the empty land that stretched all the way to the horizon.

It was as if a giant eraser had wiped the world away.

Even now, after quite some time had passed, the land remained empty.

Despite the waves of mourning that had swept across the country due to the foreign crisis, it was still like that.

Perhaps it was the object-related influence, but not even a weed had grown there. People felt a sense of unease about the area of the foreign crisis and avoided approaching it.

People called it the "Blank Zone," and no one dared to come close.

In the face of this phenomenon, which even object specialists couldn't explain, people instinctively felt a sense of foreboding.

The girl, staring at the endless "Blank Zone" stretching to the horizon, often found herself wondering.

"What would have happened if the foreign crisis zone had spread just a few more blocks?"

If that Blank Zone had expanded just a little more...

If it had spread just a few more blocks...

What would have happened to my house, my family, and me?

But strangely, the people around her didn’t seem to care much.

It was as if such a supernatural phenomenon had become a part of daily life.