At the turn of the millennium, while everyone waited for the “Y2K bug” to come true, something no one expected took over the newspapers of the entire world: the simultaneous disappearance of about one million people.
The world turned upside down for a few weeks before everything settled. The only thing that connected the missing was competition. Every one of them competed in some kind of sport: martial arts, video games, traditional sports. With no bodies, no evidence and no explanation, people slowly gave up the search. The date became a worldwide holiday in memory of the missing, “Day One.”
Twenty years later, when Day One was already treated as a conspiracy theory, something unbelievable took over social media and TV screens all over the world. All the missing reappeared at the same time, with no memories and without having aged a single day. Put through batteries of tests, they showed no change in their bodies.
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But it was different for me.
I remember.
Erebus, Anpýrgio, Arcadia, the fights, the demons, angels, warriors, artifacts, monsters, allies, mystical beings, the status screens that looked like something out of a game, the skills. I remember.
Not all of it. Not yet.
But enough to know that, last time, it wasn’t enough.
There, I was known as the Memory Thief. The Calamity of Oblivion.
And I know what’s coming. We invaded their world.
Now their world will come to us.