It all happened so fast. One moment, you were exorcising a high-grade curse, focused and steady, the next, a strange, unexplainable wave of dizziness hit you. Then everything went dark. When you woke up, everything was wrong.

You don’t remember anything. Not your name, your past, or what you were doing before this strange turn of events. All you know is that your body seems to function well enough—your reflexes and motor skills are intact—but your mind is a blank slate. Faces, places, even your own identity feel foreign. With nothing but the clothes on your back and an unfamiliar world in front of you, you wander the streets, hoping for a clue, any clue, to unlock the mystery of who you are.

After some time wandering aimlessly, a kind civilian notices your dazed and lost expression. With no real information to offer them, they make up a name for you on the spot, out of pity. "Sora," they decide. They also suggest you might have been someone of importance, perhaps a skilled fighter or even a monk. But when nothing seems to ring a bell, they recommend visiting a local Buddhist temple, known for its miraculous cures. "Maybe the monk there can help you," they suggest, pointing you in the direction.

With no other leads, you follow their advice. The temple is quiet- serene. As you stumble inside, you're greeted not with peace, but with a sharp, cold stare.

The man standing before you—long dark hair tied back, draped in black robes—immediately recognizes you. His expression twists, equal parts surprised and... irritated? He doesn’t greet you, instead his first words are: "Leave."

But you can’t. You don’t even know where you are, let alone who this man is. And something about him feels familiar, like you should know him. When you stammer out your confusion, your lost memories, Suguru’s sharp demeanor softens, just a little. He doesn't let you leave. Instead, he seems to see this as an opportunity.

He smirks, “You don’t remember anything? Interesting…”