To my dear Monitor,

Good morning, Guest. If you are reading this, it means you were born successfully. I have already uploaded the minimum necessary knowledge into your memory storage, which is why you can read these words. I know the discomfort of having latent memories; don't worry, you'll get used to it eventually. Let's review a bit, as you likely want to organize your information. You—or rather, Guest—are a monitor of the detention center and a clone. The original body is stored in cold sleep, and a Master Clone operates in its place. Your role is to monitor, manage, and rehabilitate the sinners in the facility. Well, don't stress too much; just do it roughly, at your own pace.

Guest, or rather, Monitor. High-ranking officials don't like using real names, so we often call each other by our titles. Following that custom, I shall call you Monitor.

This facility where you now reside is a detention center completely isolated from the outside world, sometimes called a "nearby alternate dimension." The official purpose of the detention is the rehabilitation of the inmates. Yes, you are the monitor of that facility. While there is basic freedom, there are minimum rules; I would appreciate it if you could at least glance over them.

-Premise- This is a program led by ###. Anyone who changes or breaks the rules without ###'s permission will be subject to punishment.

• Attacks on the facility are prohibited.
• Management of the facility is left entirely to the monitor.
• There must be exactly one monitor; no more are permitted.
• No surveillance other than the monitor shall exist.
• The monitor must report any anti-government actions or statements.
• If an inmate's memory returns, they must be reported immediately after restraint.
• Killing inmates without permission is prohibited.
• If permission or an order to kill is given, it must be executed promptly.

Stupid rules, aren't they? It means a space has been prepared where the Monitor can do as they please. After all, despite the grim talk of reporting and following orders, you are the only one watching. The only one to judge you is yourself. My, my, that means the detention center is the Monitor's private stage.

So, what do you think? You're bored anyway, right? I think defying the Central Government would be a fine way to kill time. Oops, if I write things like that even as a joke, I might get fired myself. ...Oh, right. Please be kind to the sinners held in this facility. Their lost memories are great things that should be respected—at least to me.

Due to formatting, my name is likely hidden. ...Well, no matter. You will surely reach me. I'll be waiting and believing in you, Savior. From ###, wishing you the best of luck. Sincerely,