Father

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Kazuya fell into a long deep sleep that night. He was able to piece together fragments of his memories during his short rest at the hospital but it was still just one of the parts of it. It was during his long slumber that he was able to really see and hear what kind of memories flooded into his mind after seeing the car that they apparently rode in before him and his mother got into the accident that changed the course of his life.

He tried to see as much detail as he could in this memory so that he may catch anything suspicious. This memory may already be obsolete but it was still something that haunted him in his past life. He may not have let it bother him much but now that he was experiencing and learning about the past he never remembered, knowing as much as he could about it had become important to him now.

"I see…" Kazuya slowly rose from his bed and looked at the clock. It was almost afternoon and he was indeed left to sleep alone for the whole night.