Time blurred.
Kain had remained completely isolated in his room and was relieved of all duties by the order of the 'Vice City Lord' Nadia. This was so that he could focus on recovering his lost memories.
At first, Kain wasn't even sure how long it had been since the revelation in the strategy hall. The weight of Benji and Nadia's words had settled into his bones, gnawing at his thoughts even when he tried to push them away. But the moment he began actively questioning his memories—digging into every interaction, every familiar face—the cracks in his mind widened.
His supposed first childhood friend Klaus who lived next to his family? He could remember his name, face, voice, the scent of their home, but… he couldn't remember any specific interaction they had with one another.
Games they played? Secrets they shared?
Nothing.
