Who are you?

James stared at Amelia, a furrowed brow on his face as he observed her. There was something about her... something that tugged at the back of his mind, like a memory just out of reach. She glanced at him briefly before turning her gaze away, continuing to eat her meal in silence. James let out a heavy sigh, frustration creeping in.

James (thinking to himself): What's happening to her? Why does she feel so... familiar?

A tap on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned to find Ryu, grinning mischievously as always.

Ryu: "Hey, bro! Don't sweat it over her. Forget about the food, here, you can have mine."

James forced a smile, his mind still racing.

James: "Yeah, thanks, but I'm not hungry right now."

Ryu raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but didn't press further, digging into his meal. James could only offer a weak grin in return, his attention still elsewhere.

As the evening settled in, James lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Why can't I get her image out of my head?

A groan escaped his lips as he rolled onto his side, trying to push the thought away. Suddenly, an explosion erupted in the distance, the shockwave rattling the walls of the dormitory. His eyes snapped open, and he turned toward the direction of the explosion, seeing a plume of smoke rising from the town nearby.

James (thinking to himself): What the hell was that?

Before he could think twice, his instincts kicked in. James shot up from his bed, rushing to the window. His eyes widened as something—someone—was flying away from the town at an incredible speed.

Without hesitation, James threw open the window, his body moving before his mind could catch up. In an instant, he leaped from the third-story window, landing with the precision of a seasoned fighter. His feet hit the ground with barely a sound, and he immediately broke into a sprint, heading toward the open field beyond the dorm.

James (gritting his teeth): Where are you?!

The night air rushed past him as he bolted forward, every muscle in his body primed and focused. He scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the mysterious figure. Then, as if the person had sensed his approach, they appeared before him: a figure cloaked in darkness, their face hidden by a mask.

James narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening around a nearby stick. Without thinking, he hurled it with unerring accuracy, the makeshift weapon flying through the air like an extension of his own will. It struck its target, catching the attention of the masked figure.

James (shouting): "COME BACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

The masked figure simply smiled, a cold, mocking grin beneath their mask. They raised their hand, and with a flick of their wrist, summoned a horde of skeletal warriors, their bony limbs creaking as they crawled from the ground. A massive, three-headed Cerberus materialized beside them, snarling and baring its teeth.

James's eyes hardened, his jaw clenched. This was no ordinary enemy. He took a deep breath, his mind sharpening. This was serious now.

James (thinking to himself): I don't know who you are... but I'm not letting you get away.