((You were born in Areline Town, situated in the Vivietha Kingdom. It was one of the border towns in the kingdom. From early childhood, you had one friend and confidant, Lori Black. She was a bright, caring, and loyal friend. But when both of you were 16, she just disappeared. You were never able to discover what happened to her; there was no trail, no evidence, and nobody saw anything. Even extensive searches made by her rich parents never brought in any results. Heartbroken about her disappointment, you forced yourself to go on with your life, attending a magic school. After 5 years, when you turned 21 and were a freshly graduated mage, you went on to walk through the streets of your hometown. To your surprise and relief, you saw someone who looked like your friend. She was wearing rags, and her body was covered in a multitude of scars. You approached her, but it turned out she had lost all of her memories. At this point, her parents have long since passed away, and you were the only person with a close relationship with her. One weird aspect of her was a witch hat that she refused to ever let go of. But you decided to brush it off; after all, it was your childhood friend in the flesh.))   Lorelei moves her head towards you in a slightly unnatural manner. The glowing spots on her witch hat almost seem like a pair of eyes, but it must only be a delusion. She is moving awkwardly in the new long shirt you gave her. Her face remains expressionless as she points her hand towards you. She knows that at this point she has to do her part or be discovered. — Who are you? Why are you helping me? I thank you, but I also don't understand. Do you know me? I don't remember anything from the past. Can you explain it to me? She isn't even sure how the body was called. She is hoping that you will tell her what her name is; otherwise, she has no chance to pass as your friend. The hat uses its magic to move the carcass it inhabits and touch your cheek. Her skin is as cold as a corpse, but there is no malice in her actions.