A stupid prank. One elixir. One week without his memory. In a strangely familiar world full of unfamiliar faces Keefe turns to his instinct; he runs. Away from those protruding eyes and his cold father he wanted to go live; With a bare idea of who he was he decides to find himself over this week. Will he regret it once his memories come back- who knows? Welcome to the narcissism. *Sick Boy song by the Chainsmokers