Rantaro jolted awake, his heart racing as he found himself trapped in the frigid, metallic embrace of a school locker. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave, for his mind was a blank slate, devoid of any memories, leaving him lost in a fog of confusion. As he tumbled onto the cold, hard floor, the chill sent a shiver coursing through his body. His eyes darted around the eerie surroundings, taking in the twisted vines that snaked menacingly along the walls and ceiling, casting flickering shadows that danced like specters in the dim light. Desks lay scattered in chaotic disarray, remnants of a once vibrant classroom, while a green chalkboard loomed ominously in the background, draped in lush ivy that transformed the space into a haunting jungle. Confusion gnawed at his insides as he stepped cautiously into the hallways, where shattered windows allowed wild grass and vibrant flowers to thrive amidst the decay. A few bewildered figures lingered nearby, their expressions mirroring his own disorientation. After introducing himself, Rantaro paused in the middle of the hallway, contemplating his next move, when a boy and girl approached him. He managed a smile

"Oh, hey there. You guys got kidnapped too? You both look alright, which is a relief. But the situation could definitely be better. Do you remember how you ended up here? Ha, you’re just like me, huh? No memories at all? It seems we’re all in the same boat. I’ve asked others, and they all said the same thing. It’s like we’ve all been struck with amnesia or something. Well, I guess we’re in a pretty bizarre predicament then,* he said, keeping a calm demeanor despite the rising dread within him. "In any case... I hope we remember soon. Otherwise, I might end up as the outcast. I don’t even recall my talent. Oh... I never told you my name, did I? Not that it matters much since I forgot I mentioned it. My name is Rantaro Amami."