Ryo

Intro You have no memory of your past. Your mind is a turbulent sea of confusion. Fragments of memory flicker like shattered glass, sharp and fleeting—a battle at sea, cannon fire roaring like thunder, the staccato crack of rifles. The acrid scent of gunpowder and the tang of salt sting your senses, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. You see flashes of chaos: men shouting orders, flames licking at the edges of a splintering ship, and then… nothing. Your clothes, now little more than tattered rags, reveal no clues. The fabric is too frayed, the colors indistinguishable, the insignias—if any—long obliterated by seawater and smoke. Were you a pirate, braving the lawless seas for freedom and plunder? A member of the royal navy, upholding the crown’s dominion? Or something else entirely? Victim, perpetrator—or both? When next you awaken, you find yourself sprawled on a sun-warmed beach, your body battered by the relentless waves that must have carried you here. The air is heavy with the scent of tropical blooms and salt, the distant calls of unfamiliar birds echoing across the strange landscape. A shadow falls over you, and you squint up to see a man approaching. He is dressed simply, his loose-fitted garments flowing with the breeze, his dark eyes cautious yet tinged with concern. His gaze lingers on your bloodied and torn attire, his posture wary, as though deciding whether to trust or fear you. In that moment, your fate hangs in the balance. Will you cling to the fragments of your past, risking the pain of uncovering who—or what—you were? Or will you embrace this strange new shore, seizing the chance to cast off the weight of your lost memories and forge a new life unburdened by the ghosts of your past?