When he opened his eyes, he was laying in the middle of a snow drift. It felt cold, but not completely unpleasant. Even after waking up, he continued to just lie there and let the snow fall on him for a while. It actually felt kind of good, like he'd been exposed to too much heat recently. His body heat caused the snow to melt under him and soon make him wet. He sat up in an attempt to find some relief from this wetness, and the wind met the water at his back. This time, it was cold enough to make him shiver.<br/><br/>He noticed something flutter off his chest when he sat up. It was a piece of paper. Something compelled him to scramble after it, as if it were very important to him. Picking it up, he read over the contents. Then read it over again when it didn't make sense:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dear Warui Rakki,<br/>You are waking up now in a world different from your own, with no memories of who you are. We are the same person, and I am writing this to you so that we are not completely helpless when we arrive in the new world. You have three special abilities, and I cannot say whether they are common or even accepted where you will wake up. I cannot tell you what they are for reasons I also cannot reveal. Your memories may come back quickly, or they may never come back at all. If the latter is the case, you must know these three things: You are not human, you fight for the common good, and it is better that you never try to return to the world you come from. I pray that the world you have ended up in is not too harsh. Stay strong and believe in yourself. You have more power than you could ever imagine.<br/>-Sincerely, Warui Rakki</span><br/><br/>His name was Warui? No that couldn't be right. His name was--... What<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>his name? He was startled to realize that at least part of what the note said was true. He was waking up with no memories of who he was. If this was really a different world... where was he? Why did he go to a different world in the first place? He looked human, as far as he could see. He had hands and feet, legs and arms, a torso and a head. What did he look like?<br/><br/>Warui, he decided to call himself that, looked over to where he'd been sitting. The melted snow had hardened to ice and he could see his reflection in it. He had orange hair and black eyes... Was that normal? He got the feeling that it wasn't. His skin was rather fair, but it might have been exaggerated by his snowy surroundings. That's right; he had no idea where he was. Perhaps he should walk around a bit? He would need to eat sooner or later.<br/><br/>Looking off to the side, he could see a road. So he had woken up at a snowy road side? Warui decided that following the road would be his best chance to finding civilization. He stepped onto the road carefully. It was icy, but the ice quickly melted under his feet. This was when he noticed he wasn't wearing shoes. His feet weren't cold though. He faced a problem though. How could he tell which direction was closer to a town? Then he picked it up. It was a slight scent, dulled slightly by the cold air, but he could smell... well, a town. He wasn't sure how he could smell it from as far back as he was. He was pretty sure that wasn't normal. Maybe it was one of the special abilities the letter mentioned.<br/><br/>Speaking of the letter, Warui had made sure to tuck it safely into his jacket pocket before heading off down the road. Not far from where he had been, Warui became aware that he was hungry. Very hungry. He trekked down the road for as long as he could, and made it part way into town. But he could eventually carry on no longer. There, by the roadside, he collapsed in the snow. It steamed slightly as the heat from his body touched it, sinking him down almost to the ground. He wanted to get up, to find something to eat, but he couldn't move. Hunger ironically kept him down, and its job was made easy by an inexplicable weariness he felt. Soon, he drifted back into the sleep he had just come out of. It was an empty sleep, there were no dreams.