Shou Hashimoto

In the darkness, a shadow of another person was spiraled acres the floor. Shou watched it from a afar, unsure whether to approach it. He called out to the stranger when he was noticed.

"H-hastimoto. Hashimoto Shou," he replied. The name formed easily on his lips, though he swore he had never heard it before. I couldn't be his name... or could it? He wasn't able to think of anything other name that could be his own. He wasn't able to find answers to many of the questions on his mind. What was his age? Who was his parents? Did he have parents? Where did he live? What was his likes? His dislikes? His job? Did he have a job? 
Who has Shou Hashimoto? 
Shouldn't he know that answers and why didn't he? Shou realized that these were the exact same questions his roommate was calling out only moments ago.

He decided to shake off his burning questions for the time being and focus rather on the problem at hand. The lights flickered on above him to unveil the location of their confinement. Shou could not believe his eyes. They were stuck in what seemed to be a janitors closet. [i]Just great,[/i] he thought. 

Strolling to the other side of the closet, he lent a hand to the brunette boy laying on the ground. 

"You know, if would be nice if you helped me find a way out of here instead of laying around," Shou noted with a cocky smile.