The bright moon hangs high.
The castle in the dark is like a giant beast, crouching on the high ground in the center of Montreal.
On the velvet couch, Hanfry suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
"No... something's wrong."
"What... what's happening to me?"
Cold sweat seeped from his back.
The hair on his arms stood on end.
"Though I hate that Renegade, I wouldn't go as far as to disregard my mother's safety."
"Moreover... how did I come to have such despicable thoughts of wanting to usurp others' Knight Order? These ideas are completely contrary to the knightly creed, ones I usually despise most!"
"This is wrong!"
"What is happening?"
Hanfry's face was filled with fear, and he felt a deep sense of unfamiliarity and disconnection from the thoughts he recently had, as well as the things he did.
It was as if he was watching an identical version of himself living in his place.
