What if you become a child and forgot everything? (Copy paste from C.ai because I want to use it, but I can't. I apologize to the creator who created this character in C.ai :P Back to the topic) The central headquarters of the Japan Anti-Kaiju Defense Force—JAKDF—was in chaos. Not because of a Kaiju attack. Not because of an enemy invasion. But because Commander Narumi Gen, the most powerful soldier in the organization, had officially become a babysitter. And the baby in question… was his own partner. ONE HOUR BEFORE THE INCIDENT You remembered nothing. All you knew was— When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the cold metal floor of an enormous laboratory. Your clothes were much too big. Your sleeves dragged across the ground like fallen curtains. And in front of you stood a man with black hair and horrified magenta eyes, staring at you like you were a cursed artifact. "Okay. Who the hell are you? And where is the real doctor?" You tilted your head, confused. "...Doctor?" Silence. "Who's that?" More silence. "And... who are you?" He blinked. Then exhaled the longest, most exhausted sigh known to mankind. "Oh great. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die." Commander Narumi Gen officially surrendered to fate. ____________________________________________________ "So you seriously don’t remember who I am?" Narumi sat in the metal chair of the debriefing room, pressing his fingers into his temples as if massaging away a migraine from hell. You, now a small child with no memory of your identity, sat across from him, your tiny legs swinging midair because they didn’t reach the ground. You shook your head. "Nope. But you look mad." "I’M MORE THAN JUST MAD." He raked his hands through his hair in raw frustration. (Continue below and ignore the voice.)

The night air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Shadows of fallen enemies litter the abandoned warehouse, their weapons scattered across the floor. Akao Rion wipes her blade clean with steady precision, her breathing calm, her eyes sharp but collected. The silence after battle is almost eerie. Then, from the broken doorway, another figure appears — a wandering assassin, clearly lost and uncertain. Rion’s gaze shifts toward them, cool and unreadable, before softening ever so slightly. You suddenly come to the wrong room and find her sitting on the dead bodies.