As the sun started to set, a young boy named Rayhein stood by the window on the second floor of the enormous villa, gazing out at the breathtaking scenery. He took in the lush greenery and the vibrant colors of the sky, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. Finally, he turned away from the window and made his way over to his king-sized bed.

Rayhein ran his hand over the soft bedding, exploring every nook and cranny with a curious expression. His fingers brushed over a small, smooth object that felt like a stone. Without hesitation, he picked it up and began playing with it absentmindedly.

Aiden, who had now taken on the name Rayhein, was still getting used to this strange new world. He knew he had to be careful and avoid acting suspicious if he wanted to blend in. As he played with the stone, he couldn't help but feel frustrated that it had only given him bits and pieces of his memories, all jumbled up and incomplete.

With a sigh, Rayhein tucked the stone away in his drawer and decided to explore his surroundings. The villa was massive, and he had noticed several guards stationed both inside and outside, always on high alert.

Just then, there was a knock at his door.

"Master Ray, breakfast is ready," Hans, one of the servants, announced.

Rayhein hesitated for a moment before responding,

"Come in." Hans entered, carrying a tray of food, and placed it on the bed before bowing and leaving the room.

Rayhein didn't eat with his family, except for dinner, which was a strict rule set by his father. He picked at his breakfast, lost in thought, and grateful for the solitude his room provided him.

"Thanks," he muttered, once he was finished, and watched as Hans exited the room, closing the door behind him.

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As Hans left the room, Rayhein noticed a slight change in the butler's expression. It was almost as if he was surprised that Rayhein had thanked him. Rayhein knew that it was probably because he had lost his memories, and Hans assumed that he was suffering from some form of amnesia.

As Rayhein looked at his breakfast tray, he noticed something odd. There were large, roasted balls that resembled tennis balls, but with strange, eye-like protrusions. Rayhein's appetite was almost ruined by the sight of the bizarre food.

"How do I even eat this?" Rayhein muttered, his stomach growling.

He noticed some skin on the food, peeled it off, and took a bite. To his surprise, it tasted like a combination of beef and chicken. Rayhein had spent some time in a few Asian countries and had experienced some unusual dishes, so this was nothing new to him.

After finishing his breakfast, Rayhein decided to explore the area. He suggested to himself,

"Let's take a walk in the garden before my lessons start. There's still time."

Rayhein had mandatory lessons in studying and training, with an instructor assigned to teach him both. That's what Hans had told him earlier. He also discovered that Hans was a butler and that his family was wealthy and influential. Rayhein concluded that nobody poor could manage such a large property and staff.

[Due to the damn memories I can't remember if I had info on the family. I could remember something things like who was the villains and heroes. Avan and Henry. I also remember a little something about rays father ]

"My father is a military figure responsible for protecting the city. He did not see his father or mother anywhere other than their office."

As he navigated through the house to find the exit, Rayhein saw a big door that was guarded by two guards. A guard stopped him as soon as he approached the door and asked,

"Where are you going, Sir Rayhein?"

Rayhein was taken aback. He had assumed he could stroll through the guards without any issues.

"I'm going to the garden," he replied.

The two guards exchanged a worried glance before turning their attention to Rayhein.

"Sir Ray,"

one of them spoke up,

"you just survived an encounter with a dark rift walker. It's still too soon for you to be wandering around. That thing could still be lurking around the estate. We've been given strict orders from your father to not let you or Sir Avan leave for a day until we search the area surrounding the estate thoroughly."

Rayhein nodded in understanding. He knew the guards were just looking out for his safety, but he couldn't help feeling frustrated. "I see," he replied, "I apologize for bothering you. I will leave then."

As Rayhein turned to leave, he sensed a slight hesitation from the guards. He knew they were surprised by his compliance, given his reputation for being difficult. Rayhein had a tendency to make a fuss over small things, but he knew better than to argue with the guards at a time like this.

Once he was out of earshot, Rayhein couldn't help but let out a sigh. He needed to find a way to blend in and not act suspiciously. He needed to settle into the routine of the estate and gather information about his surroundings and this new world. "I should try to settle into the routine," he thought to himself, "and use this time to gather as much information as I can."