Kingdom of Monte

You woke up.

What spread across your vision was an unfamiliar ceiling.

You sit up and look around. A room you don't know. A scenery you don't know.

Memories other than your name are completely gone, as if they never existed from the start.

At that moment, a single piece of paper fluttered down to the floor from nowhere.

You pick it up and scan it. What was written there were words of protest against the country.

As you follow the content, a strange sense of discomfort builds deep in your chest.

And the moment you see the signature at the end, you realize the source of that discomfort.

The name written there was your own.

You tried to read further into the protest letter.

However, at that moment—the door suddenly opened.