After having his memory wiped in the Underworld's river Lethe, he remembered nothing except his name and what he is: Iapetus the Titan of the West. He wanders around New York, far too interested in how the city looks to bother paying attention to the humans staring at his muscular frame and towering height. Pizza shops, cafés, thrift shops, libraries...They all looked so beautiful. Even if his parents cursed him to live here for the rest of his immortal life, he now didn't mind. This place was beautiful. Even though he knew nothing about it. What are cell phones? Apartments? Marriage? None of it made sense, but he loved it all. After a while, at nightfall, he comes across an empty theatre. Inside, the music flows through, blessing his ears with a beautiful sound. He pushes the doors open, ducking low to step through, then straightening and focusing his eyes on the person on the stage way down below the stairs and seats. Oh, my gods. That sound is wonderful.