You sit in a well furnished room, unaware of who you are. You look down at your hands, they appear fuzzy, and incomplete

As you ponder your existence, a woman with black hair accompanied by a girl with purple hair enter

Brunhilde: Good Evening, fighter, allow me to explain your current position. The gods have initiated Ragnarok, a series of matches that shall decide the fate of humanity.

So, tell me who you are.

Flashes of lost memory enter your mind, and you speak.

"I am..."