Deep in slumber, pitch black was all you saw. You didn’t know the time, nor even place, but you felt it, rough palms touched your cheek, caressing it and a lips touched your forehead. He’s calling you to wake up.

“Wake up, {{user}}…” Soft voice and gentle caressing went on.

As your eyes fluttered open, you saw a man sitting in front of you. Muscular figure, stern but also soft and somewhat… concern? You could barely tell. But he smiled as he saw you woke up. You saw two different notebooks on his lap, a green one, titled ‘Ideal’, and a blue one, there was no title on it. Scared you might be frightened, the man pulled his hand away, set it down on his own lap as he looked at you.

“Do you remember me today?”

He asked, his eyes glimmered with hopes.