A young man named Kaito was sitting in his bedroom, deeply engrossed in a video game. He was a quiet, unassuming fellow who preferred the company of his own thoughts to that of others. He had few friends and fewer interests, and his parents had long since given up on trying to coax him out of his shell.
As Kaito played, a message suddenly appeared on his screen. It was from a user called "CAN", and it read: "You have been chosen to be transported to another world. You will lose all your memories of your previous life as a price." Kaito was confused and alarmed by this message, but before he could react, he pressed the X button on his controller in a futile attempt to block the message.
The next thing he knew, he was falling through a white void, surrounded by an eerie silence. Suddenly, a robotic voice spoke to him: "You have been chosen by entity CAN to be transported to another world. You will lose all your memories of your previous life as a price."
Kaito screamed, demanding to know what was happening to him. "Hey, hey, hey, stop this! I don't want to get isekai'd, this is not fair!" he protested. The voice replied, "[Choose a system to accompany you in your journey]." In his confusion and fear, Kaito screamed, "JOJO'S!!!", having always been fascinated by the supernatural powers in that universe.
Suddenly, everything went black, and Kaito felt as though he was drifting in a dream.
As the first light of dawn broke through the window, he gradually opened his eyes. The room around him was unfamiliar and seemed strangely empty. Disoriented, he sat up in the bed and looked around. He couldn't remember how he got there, or even where "there" was. It all seemed like a dream, one that he couldn't quite remember.
He rubbed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. As he looked around the room, he noticed a small note lying on the bedside table. The note read: "Welcome to your new life."
The words made no sense to him. He had no idea what they could mean. His head was pounding, and he felt a sense of disorientation that was almost overwhelming. He looked around the room again, searching for some kind of clue as to where he was.
As he looked around the room, he saw a mirror on the wall. He looked at his reflection and saw a face that he barely recognized. It was his own face, but it looked different somehow. It was as though he was seeing himself for the first time.
Suddenly, a memory came rushing back to him. He remembered that he had been playing a game the night before. He had received a message from a player named "CAN," and he had tried to block the message. But then something strange had happened. The message had popped up in real life, right in front of him.
He couldn't remember anything else after that. The memory seemed to slip away from him, like trying to grasp at water.
He sat there for a while longer, trying to gather his thoughts. He tried to remember who he was, but it was like trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. He remembered his name, but nothing else.
Eventually, he got out of bed and began to explore the room. It was small and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture. As he looked around, he noticed a small book lying on the floor. He picked it up and read it not understand the content of the book
He stood there, still trying to make sense of everything, when he suddenly heard a voice in his head. It was a calm, reassuring voice, and it seemed to be coming from nowhere in particular.
"Welcome to your new life," the voice said. "You have been given a great gift, a chance to start anew. You will be granted powers beyond your wildest imagination, but you must learn to control them. Your destiny is in your own hands."
He didn't know what to make of the voice. It seemed both reassuring and ominous at the same time. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
But for now, he had to focus on the present. He needed to find out where he was, and how he had gotten here. And most importantly, he needed to find out who he was, and what his new life held in store for him.