The Nameless Child, White Memory

He awoke amidst a blinding white light— with no memory of who he was. Pain surged through his entire body, burning as if his very blood had caught fire. But when the agony faded, only an emptiness remained within his heart. In the mirror stood a pale-skinned boy, with wavy white hair, crimson eyes like liquid blood, and a scar circling his neck—throbbing faintly in rhythm with his heartbeat. He didn’t know what that mark meant— but from the depths of the darkness, a voice whispered: “You are the one reborn from the flames... and this world shall tremble once more because of you.”