"You get only one reset in life. What happens when you use it… and realize you were the villain all along?"
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Some stories begin with light.
Some with laughter.
This one begins with forgetting.
But not the peaceful kind of forgetting — not the kind that comes with time or healing.
This forgetting is violent. Cold. Intentional.
Because someone chose to erase.
And that someone… is me.
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My name is Yuto Kisaragi. Nineteen. Just another faceless boy in a university corridor.
Until three months ago, I thought my biggest regret was missing a lecture or oversleeping an exam.
Then came her.
And the reset.
And everything I thought I knew — about guilt, about memory, about who I am — began to unravel like a thread pulled from the seams of my soul.
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I can't remember killing her.
But I did.
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They say everyone carries a monster inside.
Mine just happened to make a deal.
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The Story in Two Lines:
> A boy trades away the evidence of a crime in exchange for one "reset" — but as memories bleed through the cracks, he realizes the person he erased was the only one who ever truly knew him. Now, he must face the truth: the reset didn't make him innocent. It only made him forget he was guilty.
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CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS
(Through Yuto's eyes, in a diary-style inner monologue)
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YUTO KISARAGI :"The Forgetter. The Monster in Disguise."
People call me kind. Polite. Quiet.
They don't know what I've done.
Hell, sometimes I don't know what I've done.
Because the truth isn't locked away. It was wiped — surgically removed by something not quite human.
But guilt doesn't go away with memory. It rots. Deep inside.
Every time I see a reflection, I wonder: Is that blood on my hands or just the shadow of who I used to be?
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MEI TSUKISHIRO:
"The Girl Erased."
I don't remember her face completely. Only the feeling.
She smelled like mint tea and summer books.
She argued like fire and smiled like she didn't belong in this world.
She was the first to call me out when I lied.
The only one who saw through me.
And I…
I made her disappear.
People say monsters kill for pleasure.
I did it for peace.
But what's peace when it comes at the cost of truth?
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HARUKI NOMURA:
"The Best Friend Who Remembers Nothing."
Haruki doesn't know about Mei.
He used to. I'm sure of it.
But the reset... rewrote timelines. Erased footprints.
Still, sometimes I see it in his eyes — that flicker of confusion when I mention "her."
The echo of a memory the world has forgotten.
Maybe, one day, he'll remember.
And maybe he'll hate me for it.
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THE ARCHIVIST:
"The One Who Trades Resets."
I met him in a mirror.
He never blinked. Never breathed.
He offered me a reset. One chance to undo the unthinkable.
I asked, "What's the price?"
He said, "Something deep. Something you'll miss later."
I didn't ask questions.
I just said yes.
Now I wonder what I lost —
My heart?
My soul?
Or just… her?
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AYAME MIZUNO:
"The Girl Who Wasn't Supposed to Exist."
She showed up after the reset.
Knows things she shouldn't.
Whispers like the wind — gentle, eerie.
She speaks of timelines, cracks, and the price of memory.
And sometimes, when she looks at me…
…I think she sees the monster.
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THE WORLD
This isn't a world of grand magic or dragons.
This is our world — city trains, buzzing phones, crowded sidewalks, vending machines glowing under streetlights.
But somewhere between reflections and forgotten corners, something else exists.
A network of forgotten memories.
A market for second chances.
A place where you can rewrite fate — for a cost.
They call it The Archive.
No one knows where it begins.
But once you enter…
You're catalogued.
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THE TONE
This story doesn't begin with "Once upon a time."
It begins with a question:
"If you could erase the worst thing you ever did… would you?"
And
"What if forgetting doesn't set you free — it traps you deeper?"
This isn't about saving the world.
It's about saving yourself — from your own lies.
But what if you are the lie?