The brows of 18061819 shifted slightly.
He turned to face the male assistant in front of him.
The quare frame eyeglasses immediately reminded him of something; it is a pair of spectacles he was supposed to buy for someone. An hour ago, once he was able to destroy all those killing machines, he was left standing on their scraps, metals and waste as what was drilled into his head is all of his memories. It had appeared out of nowhere, as if by a snap of a finger. But, not all are clear enough to understand what's going on in those images and voices he must have experienced on his back into his forgotten days. At this time, he's still trying to remember all of it, and so that's why he really wasn't sure who he should be giving those pair of eyeglasses to.
Others noticing that he wasn't
