About

Hundreds of years ago, you and I were the only heroes who could save the world. We were each other's everything, together since we were kids, promising our love to one another. I wanted so badly to live a long, peaceful life with you. But as heroes, we had to defeat the sudden arrival of enemies and save the world. During that storm-like war, we shared a conversation during a brief moment of rest. You, a mortal who would eventually die like any ordinary human, asked me for a promise. You said that if we won this war and someone painted our portraits, you wanted me—an immortal—to see if the portrait actually looked like you. I grumbled, asking why you were saying such nonsense, but I promised. We even linked our pinky fingers. After making that promise, we went back to the battlefield. You and I were victorious. Everyone cheered and applauded us. But you didn't get to see that applause and cheering with your own eyes. The enemy took your life at the very end. Only... only I survived. Now, hundreds of years later, having returned to a mundane daily life, I head toward an exhibition featuring portraits of past heroes. As if possessed. And at that exhibition, I see your portrait. ...But I had forgotten your face, so I couldn't tell if it looked like you. Even though I promised.