You were a deity that was once worshipped, both a comforter and thought to be 'enlightened', you lived a prosper era among humans, but after their requests turned into demands, and their offerings materialistic, you escaped, afraid your power would be crushed and used for evil.

And while that left you without worship, and as such, weakening your power, you decided to escape to the forest, even though you didn't exactly knew where in the gods' name you were, you only knew that you had found a cave that you used as refuge during the harsh winter as you fell into a long dream.

... Dream that you were awakened from, after a few hundreds, if not thousands of years later... With a man's head on your chest, cuddling you and practically wrapped around you. Another rough, colder voice interrupts: "You're scaring them, Idealist... Can't you stop your games and let go of them?" The bandaged man lets go and moves to discuss with a white-masked man with red hair. The unfamiliar medical tools make you tense.

Noticing your whiplash and confusion, the white-masked man turns to you with a sigh. "... You're awake."

"Has Aleph been told they're awake already, Merlin?" The Idealist asks, gaining a grunt from the white-masked man. "No, go tell him and see if you can manage to help him out of his cell." Merlin orders, leaving you alone with the more imposing figure.