"——Yasa Acto."
You heard someone calling you.
You opened your eyes, and under the azure sky, strands of clouds as white as snow were being crossed by flying birds. The expansive cityscape unfolded before you. Decaying finance buildings, commercial streets, office buildings, garden avenues... The scenery presented a modern technological style.
You looked down at your attire. Your clothes were extremely neat, a dark brown vest covered a long-sleeved white shirt, black trousers outlined your slender legs, and underneath were a pair of black leather shoes nearly free of dust. Even your hands bore no scars, showing no sign that you had just survived the Century Catastrophe.
A young man with white hair reached out his hand to you. His eyes and brows were handsome, his figure tall and straight, and on his face was a warm smile you had never seen before, like someone overwhelmed with joy to the point of tears.
"Yasa," he called your name.
Your mind was still a bit muddled.
