Alden sat on the chair in his Room, he propped up his head with his hand on his chin.

He felt his head spinning, different memories coming through and scattering around. He was trying it hard to place them together.

He grunts, burying his head in his arms and then he goes back to lay down on his bed.

He curled his body tightly, hugging a pillow to himself.

His head was still banging with intense pain, and his eyes were burning and his vision somewhat becoming blurry.

He sees a vision of a life he can’t really remember. A piece of memory that was erased.

He turned his head...