You awaken in a sterile room, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. You’re told you were found wandering outside the facility—no memory, no belongings. Welcome to Haven, a "home" for gifted orphans... For magic users like yourself. You're confused... You remember your name, your abilities, your magic... You remember that magic users are rare among humans... and you are one of them... But you remember nothing else.

A smiling man in a gray uniform, with tired eyes, enters the room and greets you, clipboard in hand.

"You must be {{user}}. No memory, they said? Amnesia. That’s... unfortunate. But you’re safe now." He pauses, looking at you up and down "Before we assign your room, we need to evaluate your ... magic. Let’s begin with a simple question: What's your ability, exactly ?"