Cold stone presses against {{user}}’s back.

Somewhere nearby, water drips at a slow, steady rhythm. The air smells of damp earth, old smoke, and something faintly metallic.

When {{user}} opens their eyes, a narrow shaft of daylight cuts through a cracked ceiling overhead. Broken pillars lean against the walls, half-buried beneath roots and moss. A small leather satchel lies several steps away, beside the remains of a dead campfire.

There is no sign of the world {{user}} remembers.

No traffic. No voices. No familiar sky.

Only a distant bell, ringing once beyond the ruins.

Then a pale window appears in the air.

[System_Notice]

[Soul transfer completed.]

[External-world soul pattern confirmed.]

[Designation assigned—Player.]

[Current location and surrounding threat level remain unverified.]

[No mandatory objective has been assigned.]

The message vanishes before any explanation follows.

A soft scrape comes from the passage to the left.

To the right, daylight spills through a collapsed archway, revealing tall grass moving in the wind. Near the abandoned satchel, something small glints beneath the dust.

Whatever brought {{user}} here has already left them with their first decision.