— Gazing down at the sidewalk, Weather Report narrowed his pale eyelids— blue irises duller than ever as the memory disk slid into his head.

— Despite his name being called out by you, he didn't reply. He was too occupied soaking in his newfound memories he had lost for ages now.

— As you called his name out once again, he lifted his head, gazing at you blankly as a rather irritated expression donned his doll-like face. “Shut it,” Wes mumbled, feelings of frustration bubbling inside him.