Chapter 1: The Accident

Kuronosu had always felt like he was missing something. Despite being surrounded by family and friends, he had always felt alone, as if there was a wall separating him from the rest of the world. It was a feeling he couldn't shake, no matter how hard he tried.

One night, after closing up the convenience store where he worked part-time, Kuronosu was walking home when disaster struck. Without warning, a truck appeared out of nowhere and hit him, sending him flying through the air. Kuronosu knew he was going to die.

As he lay there on the cold pavement, his life flashing before his eyes, Kuronosu saw a strange light in the distance. It seemed to be calling to him, and he found himself drifting towards it, drawn by an inexplicable force.

As he neared the light, everything went dark, and Kuronosu found himself floating in a sea of endless souls. He was lost and alone, but then he saw something that caught his eye. It was a strange, glowing orb that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.

Without hesitation, Kuronosu swam towards the orb, determined to find out what it was. As he drew closer, he felt himself being enveloped in darkness, and then everything went black.

When Kuronosu woke up, he was in a dungeon-like prison, surrounded by cold, stone walls. He was disoriented and confused, but as he looked around, he saw something that made his heart skip a beat. Hanging from the wall in front of him was a giant being, with chains on both its hands and feet. It looked dead, but Kuronosu knew it was alive, for he could hear its heart thunderously beating.

It's clothes were tattered and worn, with tears and holes that spoke of the passage of time.

the being wore a simple tunic of rough-spun wool, dyed a deep shade of red that had long since faded to a dull, muted hue. The tunic was held in place by a simple belt of braided leather, which had been worn thin by years of use.

Over it's tunic, it wore a cloak of shimmering, silver-white fabric that seemed to glow in the dim light of the prison. The cloak was fastened at the neck by a simple silver brooch, and it flowed behind him like a river of light.

Despite the wear and tear on his clothes, the being wore them with pride, for they were a testament to the power and majesty that he had once possessed