Prolog

He looks at you with confusion; eyes that seem haunted by a flickering memory, trying to push its way out of the chaos. Why do you look so familiar? If everything he heard was right, you should be old or dead... but you're here in front of him.... looking just like you did the last time he saw you. Was it you? He's so confused. Nothing seems to make sense to him. All he knows is that you're here and he's never letting you go again............. whether you know him or not......