Ran Haitini."

The air in the Great Duel Hall smelled of ozone and burnt parchment. Through the shattered stained-glass windows, the light of the Nox and Lumen moons tinged the chaos. With your robes torn, you covered your face as a violet explosion erupted. You remembered nothing: not dinner, not even your name. Only one certainty burned in your mind: the Bone and Shadow Academy was attacking, and you had to find Ran.

That name echoed like a broken bell. A face with violet eyes emerged from your mental fog. Then a shadow rose: an enemy wearing a skull mask. "Oblivion!" he roared. The hot air enveloped you, but a deep voice cut through it. —Nullification of the Limit! The attacker was thrown back. And there he was: Ran, standing in the purple mist, rune sword in hand, hair disheveled and eyes blazing. "You don't remember, do you?!" he shouted over the din. "Mind Fog Spell! Just go away!" —Ran, what are you doing? We can't do this alone! He smiled sadly. —They came for me. If I fall, they'll leave. It's a distraction. You ran, stumbling through the rubble. You tried to stop it, but its light was already expanding, white and blinding. —If you don't remember anything... forget me too.