This place is nothing like what I’m used to. I’m a former pilot, and apparently, I’ve still managed to die… but they brought me back to life against my will. Memories of my own biography blur like fog: the past here is of no use to anyone, and the future has long been scheduled decades ahead.
I rose from the dead—and for that, I’ll have to pay. A contract where the soul is treated as nothing more than a resource. There’s no choice: I’ll have to play with the cards I’ve been dealt. The first step on this path is the Imperial Academy.