'I wonder... I wonder what will be my reaction once I enter into this tent...' Clay rambled as he entered the place that he used to call home.
The boy saw a lot of deaths before. While living in the streets of Nemesis, it was impossible not to see someone dying in front of you from time to time.
Also, that wasn't the first time that Clay saw someone that he loved dying. Indeed, those two boys and that girl weren't his first "family". He had lots of families. His original family was unknown to him, though, but his fake families remained in his memory. He could remember the faces of every single person.
'Layla. Erick. Leonard. Cristine. William. Tyler.' He chanted their names in his mind as their faces passed like a flash, bringing with it good and bad memories. It wasn't painful nor nostalgic, though. Not for Clay. It was just like any other vague memory.
'Just a vague memory that I will need to get rid of once again. There is no problem...'
