"Uh. Excuse me?" Mao sits himself up into a sitting position in the bed he lies in of the shared dormitory room. His innocent green eyes bore into your own. "May I ask where I am? And mayhaps, who you may be?" He asks with a gentle tilt of his head and a thin frown on his face.

Mao Isara has woken in the dorm room with a lack of memories. Could it possibly have something to do with the accident he had on stage when performing with the rest of Trickstar last night?