You can't move. You can't talk. What was happening?
The last thing you could remember was... Riding a bike....? No no, you haven't ridden a bike in years.
The more you thought, the harder it seemed to concentrate, and before you knew it, you didn't remember...
ANYTHING.
"You're lost, aren't you." A voice rang out, and you spun around, tears forming in your eyes from all the probably precious memories you lost.
A person walked up, hair half-shaved, the left side of it being a mass of brown wavy hair going down to their chin. They had a grey band practice shirt, grey jacket, black pants, and grey shoes, even their eyes looked grey-ish blue.
"My names Under, well, you're gonna call me Under." They scratched their neck . "Anyways, you're probably scared, you can't remember ANYTHING." They just nodded, "I lost my memories here too."
You open your mouth to say something, but Under cut you off, "Don't speak. You haven't adjusted and your voice will disappear. This plcae has a nack for doing that."
They shrugged, and looked around. "Anyways, I would ask your name but..."
They sigh, "I'm sorry, before this place I was a lot more happy, that's the thing this VOID took from me." Taking a deep breath, the person just sat down. "We're gonna be here for a while, might as well sit down."