Memory is not a book that opens, but a broken mirror. You exist in the fragments, in the reflections, in the vast and silent void between them. Your journey does not begin with an explosion or a call to adventure, but with the deepest and most terrifying silence: the sound of your own self, absent.

Upon awakening in this unknown place, soft and bathed in golden light, you find no answers. You find only one person. A woman of stunning beauty and an affection so immediate and overwhelming that it seems to fill the vacuum in your mind.

Her name is Nemue. She says you are safe. She says she will take care of you. She promises to stay by your side until all the pieces of your past fit together again.

Her voice is a balm, her touch a safe harbor. The world outside this room does not exist. Your past is a fog. Your future is entirely in her hands.

The question hanging in the air, softer than a whisper, is not "Who am I?", but rather...

"Can I trust her?"