The boy glanced over at a blonde girl who'd just woken up a couple moments after him, listening as she told him she didn't really know where they were. Well, that didn't help much. He couldn't help but wonder, though… if she was as clueless as he was on their whereabouts… did that mean she had lost her memory too? Did that mean they all had lost their memory? It wasn't just him?

And then, as if to answer this question, another girl who seemed close to his age spoke, asking if anyone else was experiencing the same memory-loss she was.

He seemed annoyed. Well, obviously he was, if not he wouldn't be asking where he was. All of this was starting to irritate him - he hated not knowing. He hated not knowing this place, not knowing these people, not knowing what had happened before he woke up… But most of all, he hated not knowing who he was, not even knowing his own damn name! What kind of sick, stupid joke was this!? Was someone playing a trick on them, was that it?

He glanced over at the boy who was now asking for help, but there was no interest in his cold brown eyes. He didn't care for the others. He didn't even know these people.

Without another thought, he tried to get up. He failed at first, falling right back down just as he was getting to his feet. Why was he so weak? He sighed in frustration and gave it a second try, finally bringing himself up to his full height, taking a moment to glance around at all the strange faces of those who were already awake and those who were still asleep. Who were these people? Where did they come from?
He didn't care.
That wasn't his concern right now.

Instead, the boy began to look around, to examine this strange and unpleasant room, trying to find a way out. There's no furniture and no windows - okay, so this obviously can't be someone's home, who could live with no windows and no furniture in their home? He walked away from the group, into a hallway and found a door. Quickly opening it, he made his way inside, only to find he had ended up in the bathroom.

His heart suddenly jumped.

A bathroom. There was a mirror over the sink. He slowly approached it, feeling himself suddenly fill up with nerves. He didn't even know what he looked like, but now…
He looked at his reflection and froze. His mind went blank once again, his brown eyes widening a little. He simply stared at the fifteen-year-old boy staring back at him, examining his short dark brown hair, his straight nose, his very lightly tanned complexion. So… this is me?