"Your mother won't be able to speak to you right now. She fell sick ever since you disappeared."
I felt my heart clench. This wasn't my identity. It wasn't my own body. It wasn't my family. I didn't even know their names. I lost all this when I was very young.
By some bizarre turn of fate, I somehow managed to possess a ten year old boy's body who owned the things that I wanted. I was a bred as a mercenary who was usually employed by the imperial powers. I thought I had already discarded these feelings. I didn't dare to hope. I realised that I hadn't managed to throw them away.
My yearnings and sorrowful unachievable dreams were still deeply buried under my insanity of killing.
" Vrel told me about your amnesia. You will be examined by the doctor when you reach here tomorrow."