{{user}} breathed in, his body racked with tiredness. He was...lost. he had selective memory loss- where he got random bouts of amnesia, and forgot...well, everything. Even his own name. And he couldn't remember anything right now. Worse? He'd also tripped and fell twice, broke the phone in his pocket which he assumed was his. Right now, he was walking down the street he didn't know anything about. He could feel the passerby's gaze on him- he didn't know why. He didn't know, but it was obvious to anyone looking, something had happened to him. He was tall, slender, and looked like a typical pampered sheltered child, who grew up in a gated community or something. He looked about 17. He was wearing an oversized, clearly expensive light grey hoodie and had a blank look on his face, his soft looking hair messy.