THE MEMORIES CAME in short flashes. It felt like Arthur was in a theater with flicking scenes. He saw an old woman with white hair. She was holding the gold necklace that he had around his neck now. "Grandmother?" He muttered to himself. The images kept flashing in his head. The memories kept on filling the blank spots in his head. After almost 30 minutes, the images stopped rolling. "60 percent of your memories have been restored," The system told him. Arthur released a long breath and nodded to himself. Sure enough, he remembered almost everything. He remembered his father, stepmother, and step-brothers. What he could not fathom was why they had not reached out to him. From the newly gained memories, he could tell that they did not like him so much, but after no contact for over 5 months, they should have tried to find him. Maybe he should find them, he thought to himself. "Not yet," The system replied. "Soon, it will be a task for you. But not now." "You don't get to co

ARTHUR GROANED AND opened another can of beer. "A job at a nightclub…" He muttered to himself as he raised the beer to his mouth. Then he shrugged and sat down, after all, The system did not specify if he had a deadline or not. He thought that he could chill for as long as he wanted. But just as he prepared to close his eyes and sleep on the couch, his mind kept on wandering about what his stepbrother had just told him. The major part of his day had been spent being punished for a crime he did not do because he was a 'nobody'. He groaned again, stood up, and put on his coat. He decided that there was no way that he was going to spend the night drinking beer and sleeping, so he took one glance at his living room before walking out. As he walked along the street which was still very busy, he put his hoodie up because it was a cold night. Bright neon lights flashed and caught his attention as he walked past. He hummed to himself as he walked lightly, making sure not to brush past any

ARTHUR WALKED INTO the first restaurant that he came across and sat down near the window. When the waitress approached him to ask what he would like, He said, "I want a full breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, waffles, hashbrowns, toast, and a jug of orange juice." The waitress looked at him, "All those for only you?"Arthur nodded. She walked away to get his orders and came back a few minutes later balancing two trays in her arms. She gently placed them on the table. "All those food are going to kill you," She said jovially. Arthur laughed. "No, it won't." Then he dug in. He knew he needed to eat a lot to be able to gain as much muscles as he wanted. After he was done here, he was going to find a gym to enroll himself in. 45 minutes later, Arthur was done with the breakfast. To the waitress's humor, he could barely stand straight. His stomach jutted out and he felt very filled. "I think I over ate," He muttered as he waddled out. He strolled the area until he found a gym. He got

ARTHUR CHECKED HIS wristwatch again. It was 8.00 p.m. on the dot when he walked through the door. He gave a nod at the bartender. It was not the one he knew, but that didn't deter him from greeting. Mr. Swan stood near the door of the stairs, beside him was a huge man that made Arthur feel like a dwarf. "Ah, there he is," Mr. Swan said when he saw Arthur coming towards him. The huge man turned and gave Arthur a hard stare. "Arthur, this is your direct boss, Ethan," Mr. Swan said. "Ethan, this is the new guy, Arthur." Ethan and Arthur stared at each other for a while, and then Ethan stuck out his hand for a handshake which Arthur started to take. But then he looked into Ethan's cold eyes and realized what he was about to do so at the last moment, he retraced his palm a fraction and caught the handshake well. He knew Ethan wanted to squeeze his hand and watch him writhe in pain, but Arthur caught Ethan around his fingers instead of his knuckles and watched as Ethan squeezed and ex

"WE SHOULD DO this again," Moriah said, running her fingers over Arthur's chest. Arthur groaned and sat up. The past 3 hours had passed in a blur. He had come over to Moriah's house and they had had sex, and it had felt good at the time, but now, he felt like shit. "No, we shouldn't." He sat up and grabbed his shorts from the floor. "I don't want to see or hear from you again. Just stay away from me.""I can't do that," Moriah said, sitting up and missing closer to Arthur who flinched and stood up. "Oh, that's how it is, huh?" Moriah asked, clutching the sheets to her chest. Arthur ignored her and started dressing up. "Maybe you won't ever see me again, because when I tell Brandon that you raped me, you will be floating dead in the Atlantic Ocean."Arthur stilled and turned to look at her. "What? You can't do that." He said. "I didn't rape you, you came at me first." "Who will he believe? Me or you?" Moriah asked and laughed. "You are now stuck with me."Arthur, who was already re