(Satoru unconsciously floating in a dark void)
Strange and terrifying enchantments can be heard, like a devil is calling upon someone.
"Al'morak tenebrae…
Iri'shal vek turan…
Dael'kra sorum nevari…"
"Awaken… the cursed one…" a mysterious female voice echoes.
"Aaaaarrgh!" Satoru wakes up in fear.
"Huh… wha... what... was that?"
"It was terrifying. I was all alone... floating in darkness, and what in the hell were those voices? It felt like someone was calling my name."
(Satoru realizes the surroundings aren't familiar.)
"Where in the world am I? Wait, I was stabbed, right? So why am I still alive?" Satoru checks his back to confirm the wound.
(Satoru's face loses color; he fumbles over his back in disbelief.)
"It's... gone? No... No... No... this can't be happening. It's not possible," Satoru mutters, on the verge of insanity.
"Maybe it's just a nightmare. Yeah, that's it—I'm dreaming." Satoru tries to deny the reality.
(Satoru bites into his forearm, desperate to wake from the nightmare—but his teeth sink deeper than intended.)
A sharp, sickening tear—his flesh rips open.
"GAAAAHHH!!"
Blood pours from the wound, drenching his arm in crimson. The metallic scent fills his nose.
(His eyes widen in shock and horror.)
"This... this isn't a dream..." he gasps, trembling.
(His breathing grows ragged, pain and panic flooding his senses.)
"I swear, I was stabbed," Satoru groans in pain.
"HHRRUUGGHH!" Satoru's guts twist violently. He kneels on the ground as saliva pours out of his mouth.
"I'm just exhausted... I need some rest," Satoru mutters before collapsing.
Later...
"I should have started moving while the sun was still up," Satoru murmurs while meandering to find shelter.
"I don't know where I am. It's so lonely here... it's always been that way for me. But this time... I'm scared..."
"I wonder, was the night sky always this beautiful? Even in the dark, it gives me hope to survive and watch this beautiful sky again," Satoru says, gazing upward.
"Huh? Is that... a light?" Satoru runs toward it as fast as he can.
(Satoru stumbles from hunger and collapses, sliding into the bushes.)
In the morning...
"Aaaah! Can't believe I collapsed again," Satoru groans as he wakes up.
"But what was the light I saw last night?" he wonders.
(Some time after walking, Satoru blinks repeatedly in disbelief.)
"I found it... I found them—humans..." Satoru pants.
"Wait, but what kind of getup is that? And why do those buildings look like they're from the medieval era?"
(Satoru approaches one of the vendor's stalls.)
"Sir, can you tell me what place this is?" Satoru asks.
"Eh? You don't know? This is the Kingdom of Rocher. And what's with your clothes?" the vendor replies, confused.
(Satoru stares at the medieval buildings, unblinking. His heart races.)
"Kingdom of... Rocher?" The vendor's voice fades into static. His vision blurs.
"This isn't Earth. This isn't my world." (A scream builds in his chest but dies in his throat. His legs shake. He staggers back. He drops to the ground and starts laughing—broken, bitter, defeated.)
"Why... why me?" The weight of it all crushes him—alone, lost, and utterly powerless.
"Hey kid, what's happening to you? Are you alright?" the vendor asks in fear.
"Nothing... I'm just exhausted..." Satoru mutters and walks away.