(Who… Am I?) His view was darkened, almost as if purposefully concealed. But though he saw nothing, felt nothing, and thought of nothing, he still dreamt. He dreamt of nonexistent memories, life-changing events, and impossible friends. There could be no truth to what he saw, he trusted none of it. But the feeling, it felt real. Every so often his dream would end, and the nightmare would begin. All those he loved, his friends, his family, they’d all suddenly vanish. He would be left with nothing, nothing but those flames. The fires would consume him, the blaze would dissolve everything he had but a moment ago in an instant, gnawing away even at him. The pain was maddening, but after a time those flames would fade away too, nothing would remain in their wake, just darkness. All the memories that he had treasured before became foreign to him then, the emptiness erased everything he knew. And then it would start again. All the memories would flood in, then be ravaged by fire, and then

(What am I doing back here?)This happened all too often now, I’ll suddenly forget anything I was thinking of just moments ago in an instant for no reason. Although to be fair, that was the least of my concerns, I used to have some vague idea an hour or two ago but as of right now at least…I have no idea who I am.Alcaeus: “… That’s right, I was thinking about looking for something… someone called an X grade”I know for a fact there shouldn’t be too many X grades in general, it can’t be too much of a problem tracking this guy down. Maybe getting out so quickly out of that makeshift hospital wasn't the best idea. I didn't even get to know who that one lady was that was taking care of me, least of all who "The Lord" she mentioned was."Honestly it probably wasn't worth sticking around just to find out" (I'm getting sidetracked again, seems like all I'm good for at this point.)I definitely knew there was something wrong with me since I'd woken, I mean I literally couldn't even remembe