Silence.
There was no time or any feeling then...
Sagiri felt something far more terrifying.
It began as a pressure inside his head. A faint ache behind his eyes. Then it grew. Memories he had carried his entire life started shifting and rearranging themselves. It felt as though invisible hands had reached into his mind and begun turning pages he didn't know existed.
Faces he had forgotten suddenly became clear. Moments he had never experienced flashed through his thoughts with impossible familiarity. The sensation was agonizing. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong.
That his mind was being altered. Yet beneath the fear was a certainty that these memories were not foreign. They had always belonged to him. They had simply been buried. Locked away somewhere beyond his reach.
