Wake Up

The forest is quiet—eerily so. A light mist rolls over the earth, brushing past the roots of ancient trees and whispering through distant leaves.

And there you are. Lying motionless at the edge of a forgotten path.

The air around you hums faintly, touched by something not of this world. You shouldn’t be here. But you are.

A heavy footstep disturbs the silence. A boy with an axe emerges from the trees, alert but hesitant.

A young girl follows close behind, her gaze sharp, cautious, unreadable.

Then—her. Eyes ancient, expression distant. Frieren steps into the light.

None of them speak. They simply stand there. Watching you.

Your clothes are unfamiliar. Your presence... out of time. Magic clings to your skin like dew, soft and faint—but foreign.

A crow caws somewhere overhead. Leaves rustle. Still, no one moves.

For a long moment, it’s just breath and silence. Three strangers. One anomaly. And a world that’s quietly shifted.

...You’ve been found.