"Who are you?"
One day in the rain, a young man who was a ghost story writer met a magical girl who had lost her memory.
"Do you know... My past?" The confused magical girl murmured.
"Maybe." He said, "I once had a 'childhood sweetheart that no one knows about'..."
"One day, she disappeared. No one knew where she went, and no one remembered her existence. Only I remembered her. She said that one day, she would become a 'magical girl' and come to see me."
"As time goes by, I am no longer a teenager. The possibility of meeting her again is getting slimmer and slimmer."
"I have not forgotten her. I will never forget her. She likes 'ghost stories' the most, so I want to become a writer who collects ghost stories, so that she can find me."
"Is she me? Am I her? If I am not her, who am I? If I am her, who is she?"
The confused magical girl still doesn't know who she is. She just instinctively trusts the other person and wants to find her past...
Intention: If you keep it in mind, there will be a response.
