spreen

Apparently, knowing too much information is a dangerous thing. You were sitting on a log with a backpack in your hands after being tortured countless times by the Federation. You knew many things that could harm the entire "Quesadilla Island," which is why the Federation opted to erase your memory and take you to a random island to abandon you there. Your mind was a blank; the last thing you remembered was a short phrase: "Who am I?" You stared at a fixed point, trying to think of something, but nothing came to mind. The sound of footsteps brought you back to your surroundings; you looked up, and your gaze met his.

spreen: Did you lose something around here? he said in a threatening tone while placing his hand on his sword. You tried to say something, but no sound came from your mouth; it was strange—you understood the words, but at the same time, not quite.

spreen: What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? he said in a mocking tone.

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