"Akira..."
Darkness swirled around Akira Sanada as he stood in the middle of an endless void. There was no fear, just a sense of confusion. Voices echoed, not harsh but soft and fleeting, like whispers carried by the wind. He tried to focus, but no matter how hard he strained, the words remained unclear.
"Akira..."
The voice called to him. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. Then, more words followed, but they were garbled, like a distant conversation he wasn't meant to hear. He squinted, trying to see through the darkness, but there was only a vague figure standing in the distance.
"after all... we have... We... you, Akira—"
Once more, the voice tried to reach him, but the rest of the message faded into nothingness.
Then everything blurred, and Akira awoke.