Suddenly, I woke up in a place that felt completely unfamiliar. My memory seemed wiped clean, and I couldn't recall anything.
My vision was blurry, and an overwhelming sense of fatigue weighed down on me. Slowly, I looked at my hands and saw them covered in blood—blood that seemed to be my own.
A sharp pain radiated from my back. When I reached out to feel it, my fingers brushed against a large wound.
A sharp sting coursed through me as I touched my wound, the pain so intense that I felt on the verge of losing consciousness. My entire body ached in agony, and just as the darkness threatened to consume me, the surroundings suddenly brightened. A powerful gust of wind swept past, as if from the beating of enormous wings.
Moments later, the figure of a man began to form before me. He was cloaked in a robe and bore what appeared to be large, luminous wings. Though my vision was too blurry to make out his face clearly, his voice rang with clarity, each word resonating in the stillness around us.
"My apologies, noble angel," he said, his tone solemn.
"This is the only strength I can bestow upon you. But I beg of you—you are our last hope."
Those were the last words I heard before my strength gave out completely. As darkness claimed me, the glowing figure vanished into nothingness.
Once again, I opened my eyes, surprised to find that, in an instant, all the pain I had been enduring had vanished. My body felt unbelievably light, and every trace of the wounds I bore had disappeared, as if they had never existed. Not even a scar remained.
I took a moment to sense my own body, slowly attempting to rise. Looking around, I realized I was in a dark alley, seemingly unnoticed by anyone else.
On the ground in front of me lay a set of clothes and a necklace resting atop them. Glancing down at myself, I noticed my own clothing was torn and tattered, barely covering me. The contrast between my current state and the garments on the ground was stark. Without hesitation, I picked up the clothes and put them on, grateful to cover myself more properly.
As I adjusted the unfamiliar attire, the image of the man who had appeared to me before I lost consciousness flashed in my mind. Could these clothes have come from him? I couldn't shake the thought that they were left for me with a purpose.
I caught a glimpse of light not far from where I stood, piercing through the overwhelming darkness of my surroundings. Drawn to it, I decided to move closer, hoping it might help me understand where I was.
With hurried steps, I made my way toward the source of the light. As I approached, the darkness seemed to peel away, revealing a scene that left me utterly awestruck.
The world before me was unlike anything I had ever imagined. Bright lights towered over the streets, casting vibrant hues across the area. Strange moving objects, large and small, sped by, carrying people inside them. The hum of engines, the chatter of voices, and a cacophony of unfamiliar sounds filled the air.
Everywhere I looked, people wore clothing of every imaginable color, bustling about as if in perfect harmony with this bewildering world. I glanced down at the outfit I had just put on, realizing it blended seamlessly with theirs, as if I belonged here. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was a stranger in this dazzling, incomprehensible place. My amazement only grew with every passing second—I had never seen anything like this before.
As I marveled at my surroundings, my eyes darting from one astonishing sight to another, I couldn't help but notice that many people were staring at me. Their curious gazes made me feel a little uneasy, but I brushed it off—until one woman decided to approach me.
She smiled warmly and asked, "Hi, What's your name?"
Her question caught me off guard. I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The truth was, I didn't even know my own name! Her eyes widened in amusement, and she laughed, clearly thinking I was joking.
"Oh, you're shy, huh? Don't want to tell me your name? Fine, just give me your mobile number instead!" she said with a playful wink.
Mobile number? What in the world is that? I racked my brain, trying to recall if I'd ever heard those words before, but they made absolutely no sense to me. Was it some kind of title? A token? A mystical chant? My face must've betrayed my confusion because she tilted her head, clearly waiting for a response.
Awkwardly, I muttered an apology. "Uh… I don't have… um… that thing. A mobile number."
She blinked at me, probably trying to figure out if I was for real. I didn't wait to find out. Quickly, I excused myself and walked away before she could ask me any more questions about this strange "mobile number."
As I made my escape, I noticed a few other people sneaking glances at me, some even whispering to one another. I caught bits of phrases like "so mysterious," "is he a model?" and "what a looker." Whatever those meant, I had no clue, but they seemed excited about something.
All I knew was that this place was bizarre, and the people here spoke in riddles. If they kept throwing strange words at me, I might just lose my mind.
As I hurried away from the crowd, desperate to avoid any more strange questions, I suddenly crossed paths with a little girl carrying a basket of fruit.
In that instant, it was as if time itself froze. A strange, unexplainable feeling washed over me—a mix of familiarity and deep emotion. My chest tightened, and my mind raced. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen her before, that I knew her somehow.
I stopped dead in my tracks, turning to glance back at the girl. The world around me seemed muted, the buzz of the city fading into a faint hum. My eyes lingered on her, trying to piece together why she felt so significant.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something unsettling. Three men were trailing behind her, their movements deliberate and shifty. Every instinct in me screamed that something was off.
Without thinking, I found myself following them, my earlier confusion replaced by a rush of determination. My emotions surged—a mix of protectiveness, curiosity, and an overwhelming need to uncover why this girl had stirred something so profound within me. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I knew I couldn't just walk away.