VenusZ

Recollection of preceding events are absent. Identity unknown.

Abel reawakens to a world of unknowns in which he has no memories to recall. Lost, and in need of answers.

A single truth is unraveled through harsh intentions, revealing that the situation at hand occurs a battle royale, filled with contenders of various intentions and origins.

Will he unveil the truth behind his name and past?
Or will he first succumb to the constraint of amnesia and fall to the hands of an enemy?

Unjustification

His eyes snapped open, revealing a nearly blinding sight. What was once a dark red glow was now a bright luminescence. The ceiling was white, unlike the red tinted glass windows. Looking down at him, and standing aside his bed, was a man in white.


Midas squinted his eyes, adjusting to the unexpected brightness. He focused on the man who watched him, and cleared his vision. 


The man reacted with surprise to Midas' words. He quickly turned his head around, as if checking behind him. He was confused.


Midas squinted once more, looking at Overseer Chamuel's face.


"Midas I don't know who this Mr. C person is that you're talking about. I've come here to wake you up. We're already one hour into experiments and you've been asleep this whole time. Venus even said you wouldn't wake up this morning when he tried shaking you awake."


Midas then sat up and looked around him. It was his containment room. He was in his bed, and across the room was Venus'. Everything was white, and shining bright. This made confusion settle in, as the previous scene he was in was a darkened classroom with a pulsating glow from the—


"Blood Moon…" Midas subconsciously muttered. He looked up to see Chamuel respond with an unexpecting shocked expression. It was quickly wiped over.


"Get up and get ready Midas, otherwise both you and Venus will be in for penalties."


Overseer Chamuel then walked out, leaving Midas to ponder.


First he stared blankly at the white wall, forming his own visualizations as if drawing on a clean slate.


"Pactolus…" Midas muttered to himself. He repeated the all-too familiar name over and over again until his mouth grew tired.


"Genhova. Born and raised in the Pactolus District."


The words were from his conversation with Abel the day before.


"Pactolus?" Midas asked himself again. "Born and raised in… Pactolus?"


Saying the name brought familiarity to Midas, yet he didn't recognize it. No memories were prevalent to the name 'Pactolus' other than the events of the dream he had. 


Suddenly Midas second guessed himself. 


Lucid Evocation