In a foreign land, a boy awoke, staring at a sky far too blue, a sun far too bright. His name, his past—gone. Yet a familiar emptiness remained in his heart.
He found himself in a kingdom ruled by magic, where nobility dictated destiny, and commoners struggled for survival. Though he had no memories, an innate instinct whispered in his mind: observe, manipulate, control.
Before long, he was taken in by a small orphanage in the slums. There, he quickly noticed the hidden struggles—the subtle power plays among the street gangs, the corrupt guards preying on the weak, and the nobles orchestrating it all from their ivory towers. He watched, calculated, and adapted.
Deep inside, a voice murmured: This world is no different. Power rules here too.