'Angelo…' It was a soft voice filled with warmth and sunshine, it called to him, pulling at the edges of his consciousness.
'Angelo…" Louder now, more urgent, it made him a little anxious, wanting nothing more than to find the source of the voice.
'Angelo!' A scream of pure liquid fear, it rattled inside his head, it hurt. He felt like he was shoved into somewhere cramped but he didn't remember moving.
Angelo woke up with a gasp, his eyes wide open in an instant. His thoughts were muddled but it didn't stop him from looking around frantically.
Not moving right after waking up was a survival tactic he grew up with, even if he lost his memories, the first thing he would do would be to try to gauge the danger while pretending to be asleep.
He wasn't in Silvia's office, he wasn't in one of the many rented apartments he spent his life in…