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After roaming around the house that Anti previously called home, you concluded that it was smaller than Jack's house.
It had darker wall colours but an empty kitchen.

Anti had disappeared to somewhere again, which is why you were laying on the carpet in the only bedroom and thinking extensively.

You weren't trying to remember anything, but occasionally you would get a sense of nostalgia paired with a headache.

Propping one of you legs onto the edge of the bed, you stare at the plain ceiling.
Now you weren't thinking of anything, you weren't even feeling. Just staring.

Soon enough you had to wipe a few loose tears away, again.
The tears would appear randomly.

When too much time passed, you decided that doing nothing was a waste.

Maybe you'd explore the surroundings?

That's it, you stood up and searched for some sort of coat or jacket.
You found a plain black coat and walked out of the front door, grabbing the keys on the way out.

Anti would understand, right?

The outside wasn't actually that cold, but it wasn't warm either.

Maybe the trees stopped the wind?
The house looked as if it was in the middle of a forest.
It was completely isolated.

Maybe it was better that way.

You close your eyes and smile at the tranquility of hearing the natural sound of your surroundings.
The smell of pine calmed you down.
The slight breeze kept you from feeling too warm.

"Y/n."
You hear your name being called but you ignore whoever it was, hoping that they would leave you alone.

"Y/n."
They repeat, louder. Or were they closer?

You open your eyes and face the stranger.
Stranger?

He seemed familiar, was he still considered a stranger?

"Hello."
You smile, but tense up. Could this be one of the 'them' that Anti was talking about?

"You don't recognise me? I don't really think that I changed that much."
The stranger smiles, goofily showing off their looks.

"Sorry."
You stop feeling tense. This stranger was acting nice enough.
But how did he get there?

"I'm Mark."
Mark becomes serious for a second, his voice deepens so much that it sounded slightly... disoriented?

"Hello Mark."
You decide to ignore the voice defect.
"You know who I am."

"You've lost your memory, I presume?"
Mark searches for an answer in your body language.

"Yeah..."
You kept a cautious eye on the stranger that called themselves Mark. Something seemed... off. He seemed to be hiding something dark.

"I can help you remember."
Mark suggests with a strange glint in his eyes.