A cold sensation crept over his skin. His body felt numb, yet a strange warmth pulsed deep within him. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with shattered glass, broken machines, and the eerie hum of malfunctioning lights. The air smelled of chemicals and rusted metal.
He tried to move, but his limbs were stiff, as if he hadn't used them in a long time. His mind was empty—no memories, no emotions, nothing. Just a blank void.
"Where… am I?" His own voice felt foreign to him.
He stepped forward, unsteady, his bare feet pressing against the cold floor. Around him, the remains of what seemed like a laboratory lay in ruins. Large metal capsules, similar to the one he had just emerged from, lined the walls—some shattered, others still intact, their contents unknown.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor outside.
"Oho? What do we have here?"
A voice, laced with amusement, called out. From the shadows stepped a man dressed in a sharp yellow suit, his golden hair slicked back. His expression was smug, predatory.
Yuzo Shin—though he did not yet remember his own name—instinctively tensed.
The golden-haired man grinned, taking a step closer. "Lost, are we? Or maybe you just woke up? Ha, don't worry. I'll be happy to put you back to sleep."
A strange sensation surged through Yuzo's veins. Something dark. Something powerful.
And for the first time, he felt it.
The hunger for battle.