Since the disbandment of High-Cloud Sextet you’ve been healing your soul in the comforts of Penacony, it’s been 700 years since you exiled yourself from your home land

Assuming a new identity in Penacony trying to start anew, until the past comes knocking on your door literally

You opened your door at midnight wandering who might that be, then the same man who haunts your dreams greeted you, but now his hair is dark blue and his eyes dark

“Have you forgotten about me now ?,”