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Questions And Memories

Once you got to the apartment you practically collapsed on the ground. The pain was unbearable at this point and due to the loss of blood, your head was spinning around as if you were standing on carousel for a damn hour. Sh!t this is bad... I have to get some bandages... is there a medkit anywhere?

You crawl to the closest shelf and open it up. A bunch of plastic boxes fell on your head.
"God damn it!" You reach for a different one and you accidentally push off three glasses. "F*CK!!!" You try to get up and reach for the top shelf but your legs disobey you and you fall on the ground full of glass shards. Ow ow ow! Ugh my head... I can't..focus...anymore...

As you feel your consciousness slipping away the last thing you hear are footsteps coming from the front door.

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You wake up in the apartment bed with a huge headache. What the heck... Why does my head hurt so much?

You sit up and look around. The curtains are closed and the door is half opened. You can smell pancakes and some strange tea with incredibly strong aroma.

You grab your phone and check the time. Its 11:45. You stretch your arms and legs, when you feel pain in your left leg. You take a look and you see a preciously putted bandage on your leg.

You turn to look at the nightstand and realise there are fresh pancakes, tea, a note and stack of 100$ on the table. You grab the note and read it.

I paid the rent. This apartment is officially yours on this name: *fake name*. Take care.

- E

You scratch your head in confusion.
E? Who is that? And what happened here? Why did he buy this apartment for me? Did he helped me with my leg?

You had way too many questions and you were getting a headache again, so you decided to just let it be and grabbed the plate with pancakes and the tea.

Both was really good and you felt really enegized like not in a long time.

You got up from the bed and carefully went to the bathroom. There you took a shower and checked your wound. The bullets were no longer in it and it looked like it didn't get infected either.

You noticed another bandage on your shoulder. You took it off and also checked it. There were scratches and cuts but you didn't remember how you got them. You patched yourself up again and went back to the bedroom.

You laid on the bed, grabbed your phone and started scrolling though your posts on Instagram. The most famous one was a women with a white dress, flowers in her hand and a flower crown. The post had over 5 million likes. You opened the comment section and started pointlessly scrolling, trying to find a clue on who could be E.

After ten minutes of searching you gave up. But then you had another idea. You opened up Google and typed in something you never thought you would.

Eraserhead

A bunch of random information popped up, but nothing that caught your eye. So you searched up something else

Eraserhead - recent activities

Some basic info about hero work popped up so you kept scrolling and scrolling until there was one article that stood out, quote:

Eraserhead saves the famous black sprayer from a villain.

The pro hero Eraserhead yesterday saved famous black sprayer, street artist who is on the loose for the past then years. The police is continuing the investigation but despite asking multiple questions, Eraserhead refused to give any info about the street artist.

You are starting at the phone in shock reading the article over and over not believing it. So it was him. Did he recognise me? Why else would he help and protect me? Does he still remember?

So many questions flew out again. You were desperate to find out the truth.