[Welcome to Wonderland]
How many times he had to slap himself and hide his head between his knees?
"How could I? What happened? What am I? Who am I? Just give me a bit of information to fight," he whispered, his hands pressing his head for information.
When he emerged from his unconscious state, he found himself in a dark forest. Nothing was reassuring enough; everything was just foreboding and ominous. As he peeked from the corner of his eyes to the dancing silhouettes of the trees, his thoughts whirled in a war state asking all kinds of questions. Why was he there? Why was he in the middle of a forest at night? Especially, why didn't have anything in his mind? It was all empty, without any shred of memories.
