Yozora – A Mystery
Who was I? That question stayed in Yozora's thoughts without end.
It has been quite some time since he dreamt of "Sora." That was also a recurring matter in his mind. Perhaps he was too rash in his encounter with the boy. In hindsight, if he had been patient with Sora's words, Yozora may have gained better knowledge.
The boy brought up a "her," after all. Was that person someone he knows? Or should know?
When it comes to having a mystery, Yozora had succeeded too well. He was an enigma now, even to himself.
Yozora lost so much to factors that he could not recall anymore. With such lost memories, he might as well consider himself a whole new person. It was not only his past, Yozora's appearance had also vanished. It had been replaced with a different body as he discovered in a mirror after he first came to.
Try as he had, Yozora found no leads toward what had happened.
One night, however, Yozora was monitoring the city below his position and caught sight of someone. A young man that looked similar to his current form. Could that lighter hair youth with a shorter height be a clue about Yozora's current situation?
What is verum? And what is falsus? Yozora doesn't know anymore.
What Yozora did know was survival. He had to survive and find the answer to his mystery.
That is Yozora's current reality.