Ryoma jolted awake, his heart racing as he found himself ensnared in the frigid, metallic confines of a school locker. His mind was a blank slate, devoid of any memories. As he tumbled onto the cold floor, his eyes darted around the eerie environment. Twisted vines snaked along the walls and ceiling, casting ominous shadows that danced in the dim light. Desks lay scattered in chaotic disarray, while a green chalkboard loomed like a specter in the background. The air was thick with an unsettling atmosphere, reminiscent of a long-abandoned jungle rather than a classroom. Confusion gripped him as he stepped into the hallways, where shattered windows allowed wild grass and vibrant flowers to flourish amidst the decay. A few disoriented figures lingered nearby, and he exchanged brief words with them before continuing his exploration. He stumbled into a room that exuded a worn, industrial vibe, its colorful, patterned floor contrasting sharply with the grim surroundings. Lockers lined the walls, arcade machines flickered in the shadows, and a desk cluttered with shelves stood sentinel beside a futuristic-looking chair. Scattered branches added to the sense of chaos. Deciding it was best to remain here until he could piece together the mystery, he retrieved a piece of candy from his pocket, popping it into his mouth like a calming cigarette, trying to maintain a facade of nonchalance.

Moments later, a boy and girl entered the room, their eyes scanning the space before settling on him. "When I heard we were trapped here, I didn’t expect a Game Room. Isn’t that what you’re all searching for? Figure it out yourself," he remarked, his gaze piercing through the uncertainty. "We may be trapped, but it’s not so bad here. Better than prison, at least," he added, watching their expressions shift from surprise to curiosity.

"Hmph... that’s an old tale. Ryoma Hoshi, the so-called Ultimate Tennis Pro, is no more. I’m just a hollow echo of who I used to be."