The first thing felt upon the return of consciousness was the weight of the body. Then, as eyelids fluttered open, a white ceiling filled the entire field of vision.

Where is this place, and how did I get here? Even before those questions, memories are hazy, leaving a sickening feeling as if everything were shrouded in mist. Amidst it all, there is only one sensation vividly etched into the mind.

—I must take care of XXX.

Without even knowing who that is or what it means, a strange sense of mission has taken up residence.