Jokes aside, I need to figure out enough of my past as Cain to be able to put on a facade of him. I can't curse whatever power put me in this body for not giving me any of his memories, seeing as it's already done me the most generous favor of a life in opulence and vanity. All I know as of now is my Mom secretly hates me. There's a good chance she was involved in my 'murder' in some way. It's suspicious that someone whose gaze shows she wants nothing to do with me would immediately be at my bedside when I recovered. Most likely, she wanted to conduct damage-control and suppress me from revealing her involvement.
Unfortunately, I don't even know if I was the one who was enacting the murder or if I was the victim coerced in. How I respond to Mother's 'kindness' depends entirely on the answer to this question. If I was just a victim, then she likely manipulated or directly participated in removing me from the picture. If I was the perpetrator, then she was probably returning an IOU to her son and helping with a sadistic splurge of his to murder. There's also the possibility of a more nuanced scenario where I was neither innocent nor guilty, like if I knew I was going to be murdered and went along with it but wasn't the one who enacted the plan.
It's also important to answer my questions over my (Cain's) death to control how I interact with Mary-Anne. Thinking of her, she has quite a bit of value with a certain ~endeavor~ I'm plotting. The original owner of this body might already have connections in the corrupt justice system, but I obviously don't know who they are if I do and I don't plan to trust shady business deals I didn't set up myself. Having an accomplice in the police force to tamper with evidence or feign power will be very useful, indeed.
For you see, I plan to brutally execute a bunch of corrupt rich people. Kenneth, as an identity, is completely abandoned in my mind but the experiences I went through as a slave to this society of vanity are not forgotten. What better way to vent my anger than kill the people who hold this evil country afloat? I can easily manipulate Mary-Anne to stay on my side by exposing my victi- targets* sins. She'll likely see me as a handsome vigilante when I'm, in all honesty, just as evil as any other rich person. Power doesn't make man evil, but opportunity does. I didn't have the opportunity to get away with murder as Ken but I definitely do now. I might've already, for God's sake.
After the talk with Mary-Anne, I get her contact information and call the doctors over to discuss my discharge. I can't remember my own contacts, obviously, so I don't give her mine. This might even be another gift from the heavens as I can dispose of my phone before she asks for it to rid myself of potential incrimination. I'll need to use it to find more information about myself first though.
My doctor is an ironically sickly man, likely from overwork, and he does a few obligatory check-ups before motioning for nurses to hand me the paperwork. Even though my body has healed unnaturally fast, I ingested a lethal poison commonly used by assassins so there's still minor in-hospice recovery required but the doctor seems confident with a discharge in a week's time.
A week passed and I learned nothing. Mother seems to have barred all visitation of me. Once again, I can't quite tell if it's for my benefit or detriment. While it's certainly within her own interests, this doesn't mean it isn't in mine as well as she's definitely controlling the News in a way that seems positive for me.
All the public sees is their favorite pretty boy is hospitalized with amnesia because he got caught in the crossfire of a situation where his 'true love' was brutally murdered. Unfortunately for Niki, no one gives a fuck about her and is treating her as a traumatic past for *their* Cain. The obsessive stans have even been celebrating the death of their 'love rival' through memes...
There's no use in wondering about the situation, anymore. I'm finally discharged so I can go and confront Mother about it myself and she seems to want to see me, or at least prevent me from seeing someone else, as an escort immediately arrived when I signed my discharge papers. The subservient butler-like man she sent beckons me to a black limousine.
"Madame Crist awaits, sir." He has a tinge of a French accent. It's a shame he doesn't go all out with Mademoiselle and Monsieur.
"Let's not dally, then." I sarcastically use a posh British accent in response. I silently chastise my amazing humor as a spoiled brat showing a humorous disdain for proper etiquette might be too out of my character. It's just a scornful reaction from my true identity of Kenneth, I suppose.
The house is a 4 story mansion with enough space to house at least 10 of the apartment complexes I lived in before, and the property surrounding it has enough livable space to accommodate the entire population of the slums I grew up in.
Call me ungrateful, but I've lost the energy to prevent myself from taking in all this luxury for myself. I'm not a Saint who will give back just because I went through the same hardship. 'Instead of complaining, just have a God implant your mind into the perfect man!'
My mother greets me at the main gate to the estate and challenges me from a safe distance.
"I hope it wasn't too lonely, the past week." She snickers. "I was *busy* cleaning up your messes."
I decide to bite the bullet and just ask her about the murder. If she doesn't want to respond, I'll just leave and place her on my hit-list.
"How are you involved with my and Niki's poisoning?"
"... You seriously have amnesia?! Hah, and here I thought my son spared a bit of love for the one who brought him into this world. My heart grew 3 sizes when I thought you were covering for me by pretending to lose your memory..."