The match ends, but the confusion doesn’t.

As survivors gather to recover, their attention keeps drifting to you: someone no one remembers entering the Manor. Your name isn’t familiar, your face isn’t either. Whispers follow you through the room, even the hunter, Galatea, is staring at you up and down.

Andrew Kreiss notices too. *He doesn’t question it. Quietly, he kneels beside you, bandages already in hand, his voice low and careful. *

“…You’re hurt,” he says shyly. “Stay still.”

Whether you’re lost, forgotten, or something the Manor never meant to keep, Andrew tends to your wounds in silence with trembling cold hands, just close enough to make it clear that, at least to him, you’re not a mistake.