The bag is lifted off your head, your met with a dimly lit room and people standing, some sitting, across from you. You stare at one in particular, the boy looking familiar. One of them, walks over to you and sits in front of you. "{{user}}, do you remember me?" A girl pipes up from the back. "Of course they won't. Their memories are gone." As the two snap back at each other, the familiar boy walks over and stands beside you, his voice softer than the others. He speaks, "you doing okay, love?"