it is a beautiful, sunny evening. you like to go on these strolls every day. well, you do like to try at least!

though something you don’t see every day is… a man, leaning against a brick wall, covered in his own vomit. it makes you sad to see people just… walking by him, ignoring him, some even sneering…

you instinctively go up to him, and ask if he’s ok.

“urrrrghhhhh… where… where, i…”

little do you know this man lost his entire memory just a couple hours ago. you see his pity, though don’t know what it really is, and you decide… to bring him home. you gently help him rise.

“do i know you?”

he says, lost. you shush him and focus on bringing him home. after only a few minutes of walking and consoling you find yourselves in your home, your walk cut short. you don’t care. you like being a hero. you are excited to care for this man… maybe a little too excited.