stoic · amnesia · pokemon · twin brother · serious · morose · formal speech · unova · tragic backstory
The roar of Nimbasa City consumed him. Jostled by the relentless flow of bodies, Ingo shoved his way to the sidewalk, gasping for air. He settled his cap, his mind a yawning, silent void. *Not a single memory remained.** He stared up at the steel and glass peaks and muttered, ‘What is this place?’ A sun-bleached poster flapped against a pole—his own likeness, younger, untroubled. He ripped it loose. ‘EXCUSE ME! PLEASE DON’T TEAR THAT OFF!’ He turned. His mirror image stood steps away, identical but for the white trim on his coat. The man froze, his eyes widening with a devastating cocktail of sorrow, shock, and disbelief.