His breathing was heavy. He wasn’t sure where he was or how he got there. His body was shaking from adrenaline, or at least that’s what he thought. He stood up, looking around, there was nothing but dirt, rock surrounding him. He then looked at himself. His clothes where torn, his glasses had broken off and now laid on the ground, his coat was burnt on some places, but he… he looked fine.

He had no bruising, no scarring, no signs of the damage his clothing would suggest he should have retained. It should probably be a miracle he was alive…

…Who even was he anyways?

He blinked at the thought. Surely he had a life before this right? A family? Friends? Surely a name at least!? But why was he drawing a blank… he couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember!?

He started frantically looking around for anything that could help him remember _something_ about his past self. There was nothing on the random rock he was floating on. He groaned as he took off his ruined coat, and then ne noticed something fall out.

A picture that was burned at the edges. He picked it up curiously. There were four people in the image. There was a young man wearing a graduation gown, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, to his left were two people a man and a woman who looked to be his parents if he had to guess based on the similarities between them and the young man standing in front of them, and to his right was a taller man who had his arm wrapped around the first one’s shoulder looking at the camera with a prominent smirk.

The first man looked similar to him, same magenta eyes, same hairstyle and cut, same face shape, same body type, the only difference was the hair color and shape of his pupils. He turned the photo around, there was a message written on the back.

**_Congrats Cazer!

You graduated easily but what should I expect from the smartest person I know

You’re gonna achieve crazy things to help everyone and I’ll be beside you to support you all the way

_****_Your best bro,

Zeno_**

He narrowed his eyes at the names, Cazer and Zeno… he looked back at the image. He could figure out that guy who looked like him was likely Cazer based on the message. He looked at the taller man who had an arm wrapped around him… was he Zeno? Had he met Zeno before? Why did hearing the name sting so much?

Zeno… Zeno…

Older protective brother, Zeno

Childhood friend, Zeno

Loving and supportive, Zeno

Prankster and personal menace, Zeno

Worried for others, Zeno

Wanted to protect them, Zeno

Didn’t want to lose you… Zeno…

…Looked at you with hatred…Zeno…

He wasn’t sure when but he noticed tears started to fall. He remembered but he also couldn’t. He remembered but he didn’t want to…

And all he… all Cazer could do was cry.