> Put both hands on the stand with a determined look
> Wish to be knocked out/unconscious in exchange for having a vision/flashback of who we are and how we got here...
> "Oh. That could work. But-" Sumireko starts, before your exchange seems to work.
> You watch over the girl you were speaking to earlier, Sumireko, for years. Ensure that the true Sumireko doesnt lose to herself. Yet with her powers and no danger she can't at least face, you watch the torch, or rather, hat, pass down to another.
> You dream of fog. Of something obscuring one's target when afar. You dream of yourself, Micheal Misuto, alongside two young woman and another woman who appears to be a ghost.
> The sensation of death is incredible, and at it's greatest around the ghost. But its fine. Death is a natural force, and you're a supernatural one. Your capability to protect beats it, at least in this instance. Despite your aid, the two women seem oblivious. The blonde could probably be fine without you later down the line. But Renko...
> Soon enough, she took, reaches a similar state. You find yourself without a purpose. Perhaps waiting for the next one? Or a situation where a guardian Angel's protection is needed.
> You awaken in a small bedroom. Not much inside of it but the bed...
>"I would like to trade my left arm for my history."
> In a sudden sting of pain, you find your arm in a cast, with a picture of a peculiar stone breaking, as well as suspicious clouds on the cast.>_
