[u][i] –Zivon- [/u] [/i]

Zivon was too afraid to look at the owner of the girl's voice, he did not know who he was but a of some sort of a name started to come back. Zo-zonon Borshenk but Zivon seemed to cling around. ‘I-is that me?’ He questioned the name that pop right in his head and hugged himself tighter. He wanted to know what was going on and why…why he can’t remember anything but that name… The lights turned, it seemed that they were stuck in some sort of closet but it seemed not important about where they are but why are they are there. Looking at the girl that had red hair and wiping his tears with his sleeves, he gather whatever courage he had and spoke. 

“I-I…d-d-on’t kn-ow…I a-m scar-ed….w-her-e…wh-ere i-s th-is?….” He stuttered out, the fear and anxiety rushed over, almost kicking out the courage he had before and replacing it with fear. “wh-why h-here? Wh….” Tears started to fall down from his face and he was almost having a panic attack. Heavy breathing, tears, confused position... he was getting a panic attack. “W-hy…can-’t I-I rem-em-ber an-yth-ing?….”