Byung used his instinct as his memory was being systematically stripped away by the prison's curse, the fog consuming everything he'd been—his name becoming uncertain, his purpose dissolving into fragments, his very identity crumbling like sand through fingers. He could barely remember who he was, which paradoxically brought him closer to what he had been at his core: a goblin. Pure, primal, driven by base needs and survival instincts that predated consciousness itself. The evolution, the intelligence, the careful planning—all of it burned away, leaving only the raw creature beneath.
