The young man looks at the knife for more than 10 seconds but fails to remember anything; he holds the knife in hand.
He takes a deep breath in the air that was fresher than he is used to, he starts to talk to himself.
Ok, where am I, and how did I get here? ... Where was I before I got here, if I remember—
He cuts me off mid-sentence, as he could not remember where he was before he got in this jungle. He stands up and moves around restlessly on the muddy ground.
"Where am I? No, who am I? I can't remember." He can't remember most things. When his eyes land on the gigantic lake, he hurriedly runs toward it.
Ignoring the mud, he kneels near the water with his palms on his knees and looks at the reflection of a man who was around 22-24 years old with dark skin, long hair, light brown eyes, and a mole on his left temple. He was wearing a white shirt with a red blood stain on it and brown pants with black leather shoes.
The young man pauses, his hands come up to his face, his right touches his right jawline, and his left touches the mole on his temple.
He turned his face in different directions multiple times, then he grabbed his hair on both sides of his head and pulled them slightly.
"...it's my face but different. I am slimmer and didn't have this mole here, and my hair was not this long. I still can't remember my name."
He pauses for a minute to calm down and make his next plan of action.
"Ok...l-let's loot supplies first," he said to himself as he took steps towards the corpses near the carriage.
He slowly and fearfully moves the first nearest corpse slightly and takes 5 steps back; after there was no movement from the corpse, he moves closer again and flips him.
He was wearing a hood and clothes that looked new, but their style was old; in place of a button, they were tied with small ropes near the left side from the middle.
He had a small sword on the left side of his hip and a small bag of supplies with a currency the young man didn't recognize, but he took it.
He also found some leather pouches with water, but there was nothing else on them.
The young man starts to inspect the carriage, but there was nothing in it, only dead horses.
The young man stands there in the faint rain as he tries to process the odd scene in front of him.
He was surrounded by tall trees with half green and half yellow leaves that he had never seen and strange people with strange clothes that he had never seen and who even use carriages like this now.
The young man takes a deep breath and says to himself, "I can't stay at the crime scene, or else I might get in some trouble."
He looks at the road and takes a step forward to the side he thinks is the right side.