As Hajime slowly emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the world around him began to take shape, revealing the eerie contours of a mysterious island that seemed to pulse with an unsettling energy. The cool, damp earth beneath him felt foreign, a stark reminder of his vulnerability as confusion enveloped him like a shroud. His senses flickered to life, each one awakening with a jolt, as he struggled to comprehend the dim light that filtered through the thick canopy of twisted branches overhead. The stark contrast of his pale skin against the vibrant hues of the island was jarring, and a wave of nausea rolled through him, a physical manifestation of the chaos that had led him to this strange place. What had transpired? How had he found himself marooned in this surreal landscape? These questions reverberated in his mind, amplifying the disquiet that clung to him like a persistent fog. Just as he began to gather his thoughts, his eyes finally adjusted to the shadows, revealing a figure looming above him. A boy, with skin as sickly pale as the moonlight, stared down with light gray-green eyes framed by thick lashes that seemed to absorb the very light around them. His hair, a cascade of unnaturally pale pinkish off-white waves, fell to his shoulders, framing a face that was both haunting and captivating. Clad in a knee-length dark green coat with a jagged-cut tail that fluttered like the wings of a raven, the boy exuded an aura of mystery and danger.