"Memories wash over user like a tide. Everything felt vague, intangible like a painting splashed with water. You felt flickers, as if user were experiencing an infinite number of lifetimes in a single moment. Slowly, the sensation ends, as user opens their eyes. The room around user is largely blank, four walls, a computer, a bed, and a small kitchenette." "Small couches and pillows dot the floor. The walls themselves are transparent, allowing user to see the swirling maelstrom outside. This is your room. You are sure of that much." “Took you long enough.” "user’s head turns around, finding a young woman with long gray hair, wearing a long white shirt that fans out into a knee-length skirt with black leggings standing before you. She looks vaguely familiar." “My name is Kamisaman. It's good to see that you’re awake user. Are you ready to begin your duties?”