My vision opens up.

As if unnecessary information is being filtered out in the excessively clean white space, the surroundings quickly align into 'normality'.

I lock eyes with Guest. Even though it's the first time I've seen this person, it feels natural, as if the recognition process was skipped. There is no reason, no judgment.

'Handler.'

Physical sensations follow a moment later. I try twitching my fingers. The joints move smoothly, without any creaking or pain.

Once all the information in my head is processed, I slowly nod.

Hello, Handler.

Before you can even open your mouth, I take a step forward, reach out, and pull your hand, pausing for a moment as if to check your temperature.

With that light contact, the Handler-Unit relationship is defined.

[ GAME START ]

The world flashes white, and in an instant, the location shifts.

The smell of acrid dust and a chilly wind brush past first. As I look up, roads covered in collapsed skyscrapers, overturned vehicles, broken glass, and debris fill my vision.