Outside of the mansion a young man with redish brown hair with a curl poking out from his left side stood. He shielded his eyes from the sun and looked at the familiar building.
“It…it’s changed a little…The outside…” he said.
“Dude…are you ok?” a man with sandy blonde hair and a cowlick asked.
“Yeah…It…just brings back a lot of painful memories…”
“Do you think that Francis finally remembers?”
“…...” the young man looked at his friend, his amber eyes meeting the pair of glass covered blue eyes, “I hope so…I mean…he is the only one left who does not remember…But…most of all I wonder…who became me….”
"Dude. I don't envy him at all. The poor sucker has to go through all of that again!"
The brunette smiled, "It's strange...I wonder if our memories returned because people are inside the mansion once more..."
“Alfred! Feliciano!” Luna called as she ran over to the pair, “I was looking all over for you two! We need your help over here!”
“Hahaha!” Alfred laughed, “The hero is here and will help!”
“Thank you!”
Feliciano looked at the mansion again and followed Alfred, sorting through his memories. Sadly...he had never forgotten.
