Opening his eyes, a view of ruins is revealed.

The remnants of a once-thriving city stretched endlessly—crumbled houses, skeletal skyscrapers, and streets littered with debris. People moved like shadows, their faces hollow as they scavenged for scraps or hauled buckets of murky water toward the encampment. The war had left its mark long ago, but the scars were still fresh, festering in the absence of aid or hope.

The air was thick with the stench of rot, and the sky loomed overhead, a sickly green hue that seemed to press down on the ruins he was standing in.

Standing at these ruins, was Erley, a medium sized skinny man with pristine white skin, black eyes and black hair that reached all the way to his chin.

"Where am i, what happened?"

Confused he looks around and notices a man with black hair and a long beard cooking meat in a sort of electrical stove.

"Hello?"

The man glanced up, his expression unreadable

"Hal, young one."

Erley asks, his tone sharper than he intended. The man's indifference irked him, though he couldn't quite place why.

"Where am i?"

"You are currently at the ruins England, the outer part of the city."

'England huh..'

With a confused look Erley asks.

"What happened?"

The man's face darkened, a flicker of resentment breaking through his stoic mask.

"They destroyed everything. Doesn't matter if they get what they want—we're nothing to them."

Confused Erley sits down right next to him and looks around.

"Who's they? i need you to explain this better."

With a weird expression the man responds and points to the southern direction of the camp.

"You should try and find our leader, he should be resting over there.."

"Alright thank you."

Turning around Erley starts walking with haste towards the part the man was pointing to.. however, he stops mid walk to listen to the last words of the man.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

"Be careful, you don't wanna get caught knowing nothing, they will get suspicious of you."

"Ok thanks i guess..."

Stopping for a second Erley asks.

"But why arent you suspicious of me?"

Turning his head slightly the man responds.

"Because i can see it, you're an imperfect."

Confused, Erley resumes his walk towards the southern part of the camp.

"Imperfect? what the hell is that guy talking about?"

The word hung in the air, heavy and unfamiliar. Erley's brow furrowed as he walked away, the man's words echoing in his mind

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Arriving at the main building of the camp, which is mostly in ruins and is covered by a bunch of bed sheets, Erley got ready and entered the main "door".

Entering he saw a couple chairs and tables. Even though it was made in the ruins, the space inside was relatively big. He looked around for a bit then decided to keep walking towards the main the main room.

Currently the space was empty and desolate, it seemed as if it was abandoned. However when he entered the main room he saw 4 different people spread around the relatively big room. There was a round table in the center and sitting on one of the 7 seats was a man.

The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of damp stone and old wood. At the center of the room sat a man with sharp features, his dark eyes framed by thin glasses. He leaned forward, his fingers steepled, as Erley entered.

The man said, his voice calm but commanding.

"Hello, Erley,"

Erley freezes for a second.

"Hello? how do you know my name?"

'What is going on with these people why are they all so weird.'

The man smirks.

"I know a great deal about you. Sit down. We don't have much time.

Erley exchanges a couple glances with the people around the room. Their faces were unreadable, their presence unnerving. Reluctantly, he took a seat across from the man.

"Let me explain."

"You're an Imperfect—a being with extraordinary abilities, but flawed. Every Imperfect is missing something that makes them human, whether it's physical or mental. For some, it's empathy. For others, it's memory. For you... well, that's something only time will reveal."

"Guess you could call it a "flaw" but such a description would be wrong."

"Your memories have been erased, as happens to all Imperfects. Relationships, vivid experiences—they fade. But the core remains. That's why you can still speak, still function."

Erley's mind raced.

"Who are you?"

the man replied, his voice steady.

"Elias," 

"I took you in when you were a child. Along with the others here, you'll work to free us from London's tyranny."

"London has been long attacking the people on the outside of England, this is due to the current queen, Maria Deinos, we don't know why she's doing it, but we suspect shes searching for something - or someone. The only people who knew the truth are dead now"

Overloaded by the amount of information Erley signals for him to stop with his hand.

"Hold on, hold on..."

"Slow down. You're throwing too much at me. I don't even know who you are, and you expect me to just... work with these people?"

Looking at him, the man with glasses responds.

"We'll, i thought you would be more capable after your memories got erased."

"The reason why i'm rushing is because Japan is preparing to attack again, and we don't have time for things like introductions."

"Accomplish your mission as soon as possible, then come back to me. I will answer any questions you have."

Looking at his companions Erley asks him.

"You really expect me to work with some strangers?"

"Yes, do you have any other options?"

"Tch.. alright.."

Erley clenched his fists, the weight of Elias's words settling over him.

'Hes right, listening to him is the best option i currently have.'