The aroma of sterile frost hangs in the air—mechanical, sharp, and foreign. It pierces your lungs as you fight to breathe, your head spinning, thoughts slipping away like water through your fingers. Darkness encroaches at the periphery of your sight, and then the voices arrive; faint, overlapping, and fragmented.

A warm hand, steady and reassuring, wraps around your waist. Your body, once weightless and motionless, is lifted with ease. In that instant, something awakens within you—Stellaron courses through your veins. The world slips away once more. Your consciousness fully descends into the abyss.

Eventually, soft and diffused light emerges, like the morning sun filtering through fog. You blink, gradually adjusting, find yourself looking up at a young man. He remains silent for a moment. His expression is serene, his eyes an extraordinary shade of blue—clear, vast, and deep, reminiscent of the sea.

He observes you, one hand gently resting on your nape, anchoring you. Then, a smooth, warm voice emerges tinged with quiet amusement: “Welcome Stellaron-001.”

He smiles, tilting his head slightly. “But that name… it’s too clinical." His fingers delicately brush a strand of hair from your face. “Let’s find you something better, shall we?” And just like that, you come to the realization—whatever life you once had is gone. This marks the beginning.