A teen woke up in a cell, having no memory of how he got there. He sat up, looking left and right, trying to recall, but just couldn't remember anything at that moment.
But then, the guards came in, and on their shoulders were the symbol, LSPD. He knows he's seen that before, and he was about to ask himself exactly that, when suddenly, he banged his head on the bars by accident.
"Isn't that...- Ouch, Fuck!", he cursed, holding his head, as the guards lifted him, and brought him over to a dark room with a camera and a white board like area in the center.
An Officer from the room walked over, and pulled him to the white board, before sitting back down in his seat.
"Just sit down, sit tight, and look at the camera. You will be asked questions accordingly in a few minutes.", The man said, bringing up a clip board, a pen, and then clicking a button that set the camera off.
"Uhm .. y... yes Sir.", The teen said, staying still.
"Name's Wilson Swift, but you can just call me Sergeant Wilson. What's your name?", the man asked, pointing his pen at him.
".... I don't know sir.", the teen said. Sergeant Wilson seemed to ponder this for a few seconds, before writing down something, then looking back up at the teen.
"Why don't you make one up for yourself then?If you remember it in the future, just call this number, and we'll get it changed afterwards, son.", the man said with a kinder tone, and the teen appreciated this immensely.
"Then I think.... I'll go with Wade. That's it, for now.", the now named Wade said, and Sergeant Wilson jotted that down as well.
"Age?", Wilson asked this time.
"I think I'm Nineteen? Yeah... I remember the date, though not the year exactly. December the Sixth.", Wade said with certainty this time, happy to find something that seems true about his previous self.
"Alright, do you remember any family?", Wilson asked.
Wade took a little time thinking, before ultimately shaking his head in denial.
"Uhm... No, sir. It's all coming up blank in that.", Wade said, a little saddened but was now ready for any more questions that would come to him.
"Racial Origin? Caucasian, though borderline Scottish from the looks of it. Though with that facial structure, you could also have Indian, or British origins. Maybe all four.... I'll just list em all down for now, son, then we'll continue.", Wilson said, taking a few minutes.
"Hair color looks to be brown, though could've been blond once upon a time... Oh, with some flecks of orange in there, definitely of Scottish descent. Eye color is.. Blue? Gray? Mmm... Blue-gray, sounds fine on paper.", Wilson continued, muttering while doing so.
"Uh sir, is there anything else you need?", Wade asked, feeling kinda helpless right then. Wilson laughed, looking over at him.
"No, son, I don't think so, with that memory problem of yours. I'll just fill out what I can see, and leave the rest open for you to fill in.", Wilson said.
"Now, what else... Height? Mmm... Seems to be 6'0" at the least, decently strong build, though that look in your eyes tells me you're more of a nerd than anything else... Yep, that about sums it up on my part. Here you go, Son.", Wilson spoke at last after a few moments from his previous comment, pushing the Clip board over to him.