"Where am I?" he thought to himself, but only for a moment before it was replaced with a much more frightening thought, "Who am I?"
Trying to remember anything caused his head to pound in pain, it was enough to make him give up. With a sigh he closed his eyes and began to hum a haunting tune, images began to slowly bloom from the darkness of his mind, a stone statue, a necklace, a stormy day. They all had one thing in common, was it meant to be a clue to his name?
"Grey," he whispered caustiously, as if afraid the word would bite, "My name is Grey."