One day, Ike wakes up in a world without Mysta. All of his belongings are gone, their message history erased, people remembered events differently as if Mysta had never even existed. Ike asked everyone and looked for him everywhere, but to no avail. Anyone would've given up, decided that it was just a weird dream, a fantasy, a fairytale he loved so much he wanted to believe it was the reality when his psyche was just toying with him. "It's ironic," Ike thinks to himself with a tragic sneer, if only the genius detective was here, he would've solved the mysterious case of his lover's disappearance. Too bad, Mysta is his lover. Ike is not a genius, he's not even a detective, but just a mere novelist. He tells himself that he'll never stop searching, but at some point, he realizes that his memories of Mysta are starting to fade. He has lost so much already; he lost his whole world that was Mysta, and he is so afraid of losing his most precious memories forever. If he doesn't remember Mysta, nobody will. After a long hiatus, Ike starts a new novel. If this world doesn't remember Mysta, then it's his duty to tell everyone about him.