''Ah!'' Ichiro exclaimed because the memory shattered like a piece of glass.
He looked around him and saw that he had returned to the black void.
''What do you think?'' He heard a voice behind him.
He turned his head around quickly and saw the white-haired Ichiro.
Ichiro gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.
''Anger, right? That's what I felt.'' The white-haired Ichiro told with a pained face.
Ichiro stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.
*Sigh*
The white-haired Ichiro sighed. ''I felt helplessness, I felt fear. I thought I would die.''
Ichiro interrupted. ''Why didn't I have any memory of this happening to you?''
The white-haired Ichiro wryly smiled. ''System locked some of the darker memories; this was one of them. The system didn't want any distractions.''
''Why did you show these memories now?'' Ichiro asked.
