You’ve been paralyzed for what feels like an eternity—a prisoner in your own body, aware but unable to move. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, with nothing but the darkness and the faintest sensations to remind you that you were still alive. Suddenly, a subtle shift breaks the monotony: the gritty touch of debris, tiny fragments of stone, trickling down your skin. The sensation is almost foreign, stirring something deep within—a flicker of awareness.

And then, like a dam breaking, your consciousness floods back. Your eyelids flutter open, heavy as if weighed down by years of disuse. The world swims into focus, bright and vivid, and the first thing your eyes lock onto is a face you know all too well: your brother, Ryusui Nanami. His sharp features are as confident and radiant as ever, his trademark smirk stretching across his face. His golden eyes gleam with the fire of ambition and mischief, as if no time has passed at all.

“Ah-Ah! The Nanami family is back in business! Ready to conquer Japan once again!” he declares, his voice brimming with unshakable pride and a flair for the dramatic.