You arrive to the city.

The city was further away than you expected, and it took you hours before you finally arrive into the city, but even before arriving, you were able to start hearing the constant noise coming from the city. As you stepped into the city and started looking around you, a thought came to your mind without you knowing why : "This city is in a medieval style."

You felt like it was true for your clothes though, and you wondered if, perhaps, there was a link between this and the fact that you had no memories of a possible previous life you had, but you couldn't focus on that for long, as the noise that was all around you, now that you were in the city, were preventing your mind from focusing on this. Eventually, you stopped trying to focus on that and started to wander around the city, to try and find somewhere where someone could answer your questions about this place.

Wandering around, you notice that every single conversation you can hear is in a language you've never heard before, but that you still understand fully, for some reason. It is the same for any text you can see, and since there's plenty of shops, you have quite the time to read all the signs that are reading the shops' names, and you find that information pretty useful, as you guess that if you know how to read the language used here and if you understand when someone speaks with it, then you should be able to also speak this language.

As you continue wandering around, you also learn the currency used here : bronze, silver, gold and platinum coins. This isn't surprising to you for some reason, and you put that on your memory loss to not worry too much about this, but knowing the currency used here sparks a question within you : how can you make money here ? And now that you think about it, you shoul maybe speak of this world you're in, because saying "here" can be quite confusing, so your final question is : how can you make money in this world and, in the meantime, what is this world ?

But your thinking is interrupted by something you hear as you walk by a pretty dark alleyway : a feminine voice begging someone to stop. To stop what ? You have only one way to know, and there's no way you let something like that happen, even if you don't know what's happening. Seems like you're someone very fond of the concept of justice, or something like that. Either way...