Mostly same, though I also remember like ... patterns? In stuff I'd watched or played. None in particular or anything, just -- when I walked in here and didn't recognize anything and couldn't remember shit about myself, I couldn't help thinking, this is just like a movie.

[It's an oddly surreal feeling, but he feels like it makes sense in a weird way too. As though movies and video games and manga were the majority of the way he'd experienced life, somehow.

Mayoi's suggestion, too, doesn't ring false.]

Hell would've been my first guess if we were going that route, but...[he shrugs] Could be. Maybe this is all some kinda elaborate test, like ...a 'what kind of person are you when you don't remember all the shit that fucked you up before' type deal and if you pass you don't go to hell.