He?
Who was he?
He thought about it. He thought hard and long while still staring at the dazzling night sky. He thought about himself. About his name. About his age.
But no matter how long he thought, he couldn't remember.
Didn't he have a name?
What was he called?
Called? Was there anyone who had called him before?
"Ah!"
He lowered his head as he felt a sharp pain in his head.
Each time he thought about himself, a cold knife would stab his head. As if he was not allowed to know. As if he was not allowed to think.
but he wanted to know. At least his name. He wanted to know.
"Ah!"
The cold blade stabbed him again and again.
He couldn't take it anymore. His sight went blurry and he felt his small body hitting the ground.
What was going on?
Why couldn't he think properly?
Tap
Tap
Tap
He heard some footsteps.
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