When Alex could see again, he found himself in a little house, sitting on a chair next to a coffee table.
Everything looked so familiar, yet as he tried to remember the exact details of the house he was in, nothing came up.
The kettle on the coffee table looked so real, as the sounds of boiling water could be heard.
It reminded him of one he had used in the past, but he couldn't remember who taught him how to use it or who once brought him a kettle.
As he looked to the left, he could see a dark sky, with the city light illuminating the whole block.
On closer inspection, there was a bookstore across the street, where he had memories of reading a book from there.
He could still remember the exact content of the book, with all the lewd things depicted inside.
Yet he couldn't remember how he entered the store, nor could he remember why he brought it in the first place.
"Welcome, Alex... Do you remember your old name? Or anyone from the past?"
