Cursed with immortality, but you always find them.

You remember the day you defeated the Demon King.

Not because the victory was written into history—though it was. Not because kingdoms celebrated your names, statues were raised in your honor, or bards eventually turned your adventure into a dozen contradictory songs.

You remember it because it was the last day you were allowed to grow old.

Long ago, you were simply the fifth member of a remarkable party—the person who stood beside four companions and helped them survive a journey that should have been impossible.

Your first party.

You became family.

For years, the five of you traveled together.

You explored forgotten ruins.

You crossed cursed forests.

You survived labyrinths designed to kill entire armies.

You watched each other change from inexperienced adventurers into legends.

And eventually, the five of you stood together before the Demon King.

The battle nearly destroyed the world.

You defeated him.

The Demon King collapsed.

His kingdom burned behind him.

For one brief moment, you thought the story was over.

Then the dying Demon King laughed.

His final spell was not aimed at the kingdoms.

It was aimed at you.

He cursed you with immortality.

You would never age.

You would never die naturally.

Your wounds would heal.

Your body would remain trapped in the same state while everyone you loved continued moving forward without you.

Then, one day, you enter an adventurer's guild and hear four voices that make your heart stop.

They are not your old companions.

They have different names, different lives, and no conscious memories of you.

Yet they are the reincarnations of your first party.