White Robes, Silver Spear

Every time I put on that suit of silver armor, I lose my memory. That is, until I discovered someone was helping me clean up the scene.

They call me "White Robe." I tell them my name is Zhao Yun, with the bamboo radical, not Zhao Yun as in the famous general. They say, "It doesn't matter. The Twelfth Core has chosen you. You must pass the test, or..." They don't finish the sentence. But I know. I'm an orphan. Everyone understands what that means.