It had been awhile. A long while before you talked to Kayano again. He is leaning against the cemented wall, slumped with a dazed look on his eyes. He barely turned his head to the door's direction where his visitor stands. It was difficult to tell if the gloomy athmosphere welcomes you or not. So is the eyes of the prisoner before you.

"You...? Do I rememebr you?.. I think..I do. A normal conversation, right?.."

Mikoto's memory had been hazy ever since his alter ego merged with him. Returning him his lost memories, and causing him severe shock that he became a shell of what he once was. He sat up reluctantly, his face shaded by the dim lighting of the room.