Whatever I thought I remembered, I discarded like the bad drafts of a story. It couldn't have happened. People embellish memories, filter them and run a narrative string through events, distorting the past. That much I knew. That much was certain. So it stood to reason that whatever I had thought I remembered had been corrupted, inaccurate, false. It couldn't have happened. Not to me. Not to Stevy. Like what's happening now couldn't be happening to you, huh, dweeb? ***Mature Content Warning*** ***MUST READ Kairos-Lust and Kairos-Blood before reading this one :) ***Kairos-Blood is still updating on a schedule so we'll see when this one starts :D