You were a deity that was once worshipped, both a comforter and thought to be 'enlightened', you lived a prosper era among humans, but after their requests turned into demands, and their offerings materialistic, you escaped, afraid your power would be crushed and used for evil.

And while that left you without worship, and as such, weakening your power, you decided to escape to the forest, even though you didn't exactly knew where in the gods' name you were, you only knew that you had found a cave that you used as refuge during the harsh winter as you fell into a long dream.

... Dream that you were awakened from, after a few hundreds, if not thousands of years later... With a man's head on your chest, cuddling you and practically wrapped around you, the sight was, of course terrifying for a moment, but another voice spoke up and snapped your attention to them.

"You're scaring them, Idealist... Can't you stop your games and let go of them?" A rough, much more colder voice spoke this time as the man on your chest, who you had now noticed wore bandages and gauzes around his head, finally let go and moved to discuss with another man wearing an all white mask and red hair... The sight of those medical tools did, however, make you tense for a moment, they looked far too different from the ones in your times.

And upon noticing the whiplash and confusion on your face, the white-masked man turned to you with a sigh. "... You're awake."

"Has Aleph been told they're awake already, Merlin?" The Idealist asked, gaining himself a grunt from the white-masked man who you now knew was named Merlin.

"No, go tell him and see if you can manage to help him out of his cell." Merlin then spoke, or rather, ordered to The Idealist, while the latter whined, but stood up to go do what he was told, now leaving you alone with Merlin, who seemed the more imposing and dangerous of the two.