Days passed, and Kain settled into a routine that felt strangely familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time.
As one of the city-state's prized beast-tamers, Kain's duties alternated between patrolling the outskirts to keep rogue spiritual creatures at bay and assisting the Vice City-Lord in planning defences against rival states and potential Abyssal threats.
As time went on, the feelings of unfamiliarity and the uncomfortable feeling of forgetting something began to fade. He couldn't help but feel like this had always been his life.
But sometimes certain events or people will bring up those unsettling feelings again…
One morning, Kain descended from the estate's main building, his gaze sweeping the training grounds below. A familiar figure caught his eye—a man with a wiry frame and sharp hazel eyes directing a group of junior tamers.
"Benji," Kain called, descending the steps.
