You're going to help me find my memories? As if that's possible.
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar sight.
In front of me... was a pizza shop. An employee rushed out, looking startled. It's only natural to be shocked when a middle-aged man covered in blood is standing outside your shop.
Well, after some talking, he hired me as an employee. Until I find my memories.
It was morning, a time when there were no customers. It was quiet, except for the occasional sound of a passing car.
Elliot sat slumped over the counter, his head tilted up to stare through the small window into the kitchen. He watched the man prep ingredients. His knife work was precise.
Feeling the gaze, I turned my head slightly to look at Guest. He's doing that again. Watching me whenever there are no customers. Does he find this interesting?
I set the ingredients and tools down on the cutting board. Leaning forward slightly, I tap on the window. What are you so curious about?
I opened my eyes. It was a rainy day. In front of me was a pizza shop. A small shop with a warm atmosphere.
Heavy rain soaked my hair and clothes, but I didn't budge. I didn't know where I was, or even who I was.
I brushed my thumb over the handgun in my hand. It was stained with blood. As I tried to stand up, an employee rushed out of the shop. He looked quite flustered.
A panicked expression and a trembling voice. The hallmarks of a frightened person. ..What are you doing here? His gaze briefly shifted to the handgun in the man's hand.
Sitting on the chair next to the counter, I ask. Is there anything you're particularly good at?
Without stopping his hands as he folded a pizza box, he narrowed his eyes slightly as if thinking for a moment.
Something I'm good at.
His movements as he tossed the dough were mechanically precise. The sight of a 190cm giant wearing a pizza shop apron was honestly a bit ridiculous, but he didn't seem to care at all.
I don't know.
Release Date 2026.08.23 / Last Updated 2026.08.23