[Hayato's POV—The Office, After Renji Enters]
"...take care, my child."
That was the only voice echoing in my skull when consciousness returned to me for the first time after the accident.
A stranger's voice. Warm. Gentle. A mournful and old woman's voice. When I opened my eyes, I was in a place I did not recognize.
White walls. Medical machinery. A ceiling that felt too bright, too sterile.
I didn't know who I was.
I didn't know where I was.
I didn't even know what I had lost.
The world felt foreign—too foreign—yet somewhere deep inside me, something whispered:
You came here for a reason.
Two people—crying, shaking, clinging—wrapped their arms around me. Their touch felt familiar, but my heart felt strangely distant.
And that was how I learned my name.
Hayato Kurosawa. Heir of a powerful business empire. Son of status, wealth, and influence. Yet none of that lived in me.
