Chapter 357: Memory Loss!
"Who am I?" Grey asked as he quickly snapped one of his eyes open and then the second one, both eyes suddenly widening in shock and realization. "Wait! Who am I? I…I…I can't remember who I am!"
"Wait, what?!" everybody in the room shouted at once.
"What do you mean by you can't remember who you are?" Vanessa asked with a raised eyebrow as she stared at Grey over and over, her tone lined with both disbelief and concern.
"I…I…I don't know!" Grey shouted, his hands clutching his head tightly. He began forcing himself to think, but his mind was blank—empty, distorted, and completely void of identity.
"Is there anything you can remember?" Yami asked, his voice now calm but deeply concerned. "Which clan you're from? What level of warrior you are? Your family? Anything that might help us reunite you with your loved ones?"
"Dad!" Finral cut in with a frustrated groan, facepalming himself. "Look at him! Does he look like a warrior to you? Have you grown so old that you can't recognize a warrior when you see one?"
"Finral! Be respectful," Clarice scolded immediately, her voice sharp, but the young man just scoffed and crossed his arms, turning his face away.
"Clan? Warrior? Level?" Grey repeated in utter confusion, shaking his head slightly. "What… what are those?"
"You don't even know any of these?" Vanessa asked, her eyebrows arching further. "Are we sure you're even from this continent?"
"I…I don't know!" Grey shouted again, and this time, he broke out in full sobs. His hands trembled, not from the cold, but from fear and confusion. His lips quivered, his voice a broken whisper now.
"Okay, that's enough interrogation from all of you," Clarice said as she stepped forward, her voice firm but caring. She sat down beside Grey and gently pulled his head to her bosom, wrapping her arms around him protectively.
Her fingers stroked through his crimson hair, slowly and tenderly. The warmth of her touch began to soothe him. The trembling in his body eased little by little, and the erratic beats of his heart began to slow down.