Kyto Matsunagi wrote:The man stared at himself in the mirror. His hair was long and black. It touched his shoulders and curls gently. The eyes were as red as the fires of hell and seem to shine as the light hits them. The color of his facade was tan a little but almost as if his blood didnt circulate through the very veins in him. He removed the black shells of leather and stared at the pale complexion of his hands. They were pale and cold to his face. Looking at his fingernails, you would think he had not taken care of them in ages. He touched the tip of his finger to one of the nails and automatically began to bleed. He continued to look upon himself, examining the clothing he wore. His leather black pants, tight to the skin, showed off the atheletic features of his physique. Looking at the boots and for some reason, he smiled as if he admired them. They are leather and have spikes on the front of them. Looking at the coat that hung off his broad shoulders,he began investigating it thoroughly, seeing if there is some trace to the past he had forgotten so easily. The coat hung down to his lower calves as he stood there viewing the looking glass. Three buckles are sown to the sides. Continuing looking onward on his jacket, he turned around to see if there was anything on the back. On the back of the jacket a set of phoenix wings is embroidered on it. Also on the back of the trench coat, a sword hangs sweetly as if it was held there by its mother. He felt the insides of th coat and discovered two guns. Both had engravings on them. One saying, "In Heaven I shall wait. . ." and the other, "Where I meet you at the Gate. . " Both are coldest of ebony can be. On the handgrips a cross is shown as reverence to a religion. "Was I religious. . .Was I even a church goer. . .What am I?. . .Where am I?. . .In fact, who am I?. . ." He asked as he sat and stared at the mirrors on the walls.

He touched her tenderly.

"Its just, I do not know where, when or even who I am."

His face baffled with the understanding of the woman who was in the room with him and the events that had happened thus far, including his onset of amnesia.

Eymber wrote:

She felt his fingertips brush against her lightly, savoring the human contact. It had been years since she was last in the presence of another, and her mind went delving into another time and place. A time where there had been three others here, happiness, laughter, love, family. The two children, her loved one, and herself... Living a normal life. Back when she still had her eyesight. But then the disaster happened... when the the soldiers came- ...His touch lifted and the spell was broken. His words brought Aelith back to reality. Where am I? She waited, knowing that there was more to the statement. I do not know where, when, or even who I am. She nodded, feeling him shift beside her. Motioning towards the bed that was only a few feet away she began. "You might want to lean against that, if you do not want to over-exert yourself. You are in the realm of Amber, and have been here for a week. I do not know where you came from, or when it is there, since time flows differently here, but I know that you were brought here by the gods. I found you because I tripped over you in the middle of the woods. You were laying across my pathway.As for who you are, when I washed your clothes for you, I found this..." She reached into the folds of her dress and pulled out a wallet, passing it to him. "...perhaps it will tell you what your name is.. and where you have come from."

He took the wallet into his hands. Its burgundy coloring faded from use over the years.

It was of himself and another male. Both smiling and their backs to each other.

The other male, his brown hair floating down to his shoulders,but his most defining feature was his eyes.

Kyto let out a sigh gently as he looked back at Aelith.

A smile creeping across his lips as he began to follow her to the galley.

His viridian eyes inspecting the walls of the quiet abode.

His ebony mane ruffled from his awakening in the room of mirrors.