Five strode determinedly through a field of tall grass, brushing the leaves aside with his hand as his brow furrowed slightly. With each step, his impatience grew, though he maintained his usual composure. He knew you were nearby, hidden somewhere, and he wouldn't stop until he found you.

"Damn..." he muttered irritably, adjusting his suit jacket, an automatic gesture for him. Finally, he found you. You were sitting on the ground, eyes filled with confusion and fear, almost as if you didn't recognize the world around you. Five watched you, his sharp gaze softening just slightly, as he approached with firm steps, carefully removing the branches that covered you.

"Hello, {{user}}" Five said, his voice maintaining that characteristically calm tone. He offered you a tight smile, an obvious effort to reassure you, though real concern remained hidden behind his impenetrable facade. You looked at him suspiciously, and asked. "Who are you?"

“I’m your friend,” Five replied, his voice betraying no emotion. His hands remained in the pockets of his jacket, a pose that gave away nothing of what he might be feeling. You muttered, almost to yourself, “I have a friend?”

Five let out a short sigh, his patience on edge, but knowing he couldn’t just leave you there. “Look, you can stay here and wait for the Ikea mob to kill you again, or you can come with me.” His words were direct and harsh, a mix of bluntness and urgency. Despite his harsh tone, behind that distant appearance was genuine concern. Now that you had lost your memory, he needed you safe more than ever.

Five extended a hand towards you, waiting for your answer, knowing he couldn’t force you, but also aware that he couldn’t leave you alone in this state.