Author's Note: Okay, not sure that I have all of my ideas together right now, but I've got the first chapter together, I know. To go ahead and clear some things up that might not be made clear, I have some notes here that you need to read before you read my fanfiction.
I have played Rune Factory Frontier and I have not beat it, yet. I don't know everything that happens and this story might come to a standstill when I get to the Snow Ruins boss part in the story. It's not going to be based 100% off of the game, though my original character will go to dungeons and fight and befriend monsters and everything. I might add Gelwein and the Whale Island rune thing into it, I don't know.
I use my own original character in this story, and he is my character, but apart from that, none of these characters are mine, and I hope I do an okay job on their personalities. Oh, the monsters aren't my creations, but the monsters that the main character tames will have personalities, and these are my own as well.
I have not played the first Rune Factory or hardly any of the second one, so yeah, I only know a lot about Rune Factory Frontier.
I own nothing of the ideas and characters Rune Factory series. This is a fanfiction. And that was a disclaimer. Remember it throughout the story.
Chapter One: Trampoli?
Falling... Falling...! FALLING! I opened my eyes to see the ground coming in closer, and closer, at a rapid speed. I could feel the wind rushing through my hair and clothing. What the hell had happened? Why was I falling, and where was I falling to? I could not remember a thing about what was going on before I opened my eyes. I didn't have time to think though. The ground was less than three feet away, and I put my hands out to try and break my fall, knowing that it was going to be painful. My eyes widened when my hand was surrounded by a white glow that slowed my falling, and for a second, my body levitated, wobbling, above the ground.
I held the levitation for only a second before I hit the ground, a grunt escaping my chest. I sighed deeply, and rolled over onto my back, my eyes now concentrating on the sky. I tuned into my sense of hearing for a moment, and the sound of water running, a stream or river, filled my head. I was near water, but what else was I near? With a pulsing pain in my shoulders and back, I sat up, and scanned my surroundings. There was an old house with a hole in the roof and one broken window and on either side of that house, there was a path. The one on the left seemed to lead to some other houses, that looked a lot better than the one that I was in front of, and the path on the right led to what appeared to be a clock tower, a church, and maybe a building behind that.
There were paths on either side of me as well, and I could see a house on each side. I could also see that I was in a field, a messy field that was covered in stumps and tree limbs, as well as rocks and grasses of different colors. I definitely did not recognize my surroundings...
"Maybe I should get up and go find someone to talk to," I mumbled to myself, a voice that surprised me for some odd reason.
"Oh, hey! Are – Are you okay?" I heard a high pitched, female's voice now, and looked in the direction to see a petite girl in reddish clothing running over the bridge towards me. She had a huge bag that appeared to be a mail bag.
The girl ran up to me and knelt, a worried expression in her turquoise colored eyes. I couldn't help but stare, probably a dumbfounded look, because I wasn't sure what to say. Was I okay?
The girl's face turned bright pink at my staring, and she fumbled with one of her golden braids. "I- I think we need to get you to Lara... Can you w-walk?" she stammered. Her voice was cute, but something in the back of my head made me feel guilty for embarrassing her.
"Uhm... In all honesty, I have no idea," I spoke cautiously, not wanting to sound too odd.
The girl stood up, and extended her hand to me. "I'm not sure if I can pick you up, but I think I might can help," she said, uncertainty filling her voice.
I took her hand in one of my gloved hands, and with a bit of her help, pulled myself to my feet. I was taller than the girl by at least five inches, and she seemed to take notice of the fact that she had to look up at me to speak to me now.
Her eyes widened, and her face was once again a bright pink color. "Y-you're tall..." she mumbled.
I thought of teasing her, because in all actuality I knew she was simply short, but I didn't have time to. A snickering came from over the bridge that the girl had crossed, and I saw three short, lime green, goblins with little swords in their hands. They had smirks on their faces and they were headed for us.
The girl screamed and backed behind me. "No! They followed me! Do you think you can run?" she spoke in a frantic voice.
"Uh..." It was too late to run and I knew it. One of the goblins swung his blade at me, and by pure instinct, I held out my hand, which was now glowing red. Before the goblin could hit us, a ball of fire shot from my hand, causing pain to pulse throughout my entire body.
The goblin was blew back into the other two, and with a groan, the one I hit vanished into a white-yellow orb and was gone. The other two goblins looked at me, a terrified expression on their faces, and took off in the direction that they had came in.
My whole body now ached and throbbed, and with no energy left, I fell to my knees and everything faded to black, the last thing in my head was the girl's screaming, begging me to get up.
I awoke with bright white lights shining overhead, laying on a small white bed. I let out a groan when a numbing pain hit my head. I blinked, trying to recall what had happened when I remembered the fall, and the girl that I had met, and the goblins. I had killed one of the goblins to protect myself and the girl. The goblins had followed the girl. I sighed, somewhat relieved that I could remember something. I had the ability to remember things.
"Hm? Are you awake?" the girl, the one I had met earlier, now stood over me, mixed emotions on her face. It looked as if she might have been crying recently.
"Uhg... Yeah," I spoke in a soft voice.
"Yay!" she beamed at me. Her smile then faded, and her eyes became glazed with tears. "I was afraid that you might not wake up or something," she mumbled.
I smiled, glad that she was concerned. I then put my arms behind me and proceeded to try and push myself up into a sitting position, only to have a pink haired, brown eyed girl in sister clothing push me back down onto my back. "No, no. You must rest right now, sir... The way Anette described what happened, you must be very exhausted," she spoke in a kind, concerned voice.
"I- I feel fine right now... I just tired myself out a bit," I insisted. I wasn't a fan of infirmaries, and I was ready to leave, though I didn't know where I was going to go.
"I want to keep you here overnight to make sure that you are better... Now, I must ask you what your name is and where you came from," the nurse spoke to me in a concerned, firm, voice and it irked me, but her questions irked me worse.
"Uhhh..." Was it true that I did not remember my own name or where I had came from? "Uhm... I. Don't. Remember," I spoke in an uncertain, slow voice.
"You don't remember?" Worry now filled the nurse's voice and her expression. The girl had the same face as the nurse.
I shook my head. "The only thing I can remember is falling from the sky, looking around, and then she," I nodded towards the girl, "found me and helped me up. Then goblins attacked."
"I'm Anette, by the way."the girl mumbled, a worried expression on her face.
"So, you don't know your name, or your parents, or your birthplace, but you can use magic that hardly anyone has mastered?" Lara crossed her arms, her expression unyielding.
"I guess. The magic was only protection. I used it to break my fall as well, though it was different colors each time... It hurts to use it," I said, shrugging.
"Anette, maybe you should go get Kanno. He might know something of this," the nurse said.
"I'm on it!" Anette smiled, and ran out the door, leaving her mailbag on the floor.
"My name is Lara, by the way. You're in the town of Trampoli," the nurse said. As she spoke, her eyes stayed fixed on the door.
"Okay... Trampoli, huh?" I tried to think if I had heard of the town, but nothing came to mind, which angered me. I sat up, now feeling much better, and Lara frowned at me. "C'mon, if I feel sick I lay back down, I promise," I pleaded with her.
"Alright..." she sighed, concentrating on me now. "Do you even know what eye color or hair color you have, or anything?" she asked.
"Uhm," I grabbed a strand of my hair. It was black, with a slight shine to it. "My hair is black," I smiled. "I don't know what color my eyes are, no."
"Hmm... You're eyes are purple, dark purple," Lara said. Her worries were worsening, I could tell.
The door swung open now, and Anette walked in with three people following her; an old man in blue clothing, a woman in her teens or early twenties that was dressed in green with reddish pink hair, and a kid dressed in orange with light orange hair.
"He remembers nothing apart from his magic abilities. Could the magic have caused this?" Lara asked, her eyes now on the old man.
"Hm... Not that I know of. I've never heard of magic causing amnesia," the old man walked up to me, examining me. "What kind of magic do you know, boy?" he asked.
"Uhhh... I can levitate and I can use fire... That's all I know of right now," I responded slowly, once again.
"You can use fire... Without a weapon?" the older female spoke in a soft, shy, emotionless voice. Her eyes held an expression of wonder to them.
"Uh, yeah," I held up my hand, and concentrated on using it, but the girl stopped me.
"You must take off your glove for me to believe you," she said.
"Wait! He mustn't use his magic. He says that it hurts him," Lara glared at the girl now.
"Lara, dear, why don't you leave the room? I won't let him get that hurt, and Cinnamon, Candy, and I have it from here," the old man said.
"I will not. This man is under my care, and I will see to it that he will not get hurt," Lara spoke in a firm voice.
"Well... It's obvious that you can't help him so I say he is now under my care!" the old man suddenly exploded.
Lara simply glared at him. I felt intimidated by the two, but I said nothing.
"Lara... Please... Leave. We will take care of him," the older girl, Cinnamon or Candy, I wasn't sure, spoke.
Lara sighed heavily, and stormed out of the infirmary, out of the door that I hadn't seen opened before.
"Okay, my name is Kanno, and my older granddaughter is Cinnamon and the younger is Candy, since you are most likely wondering all of this," the old man turned to me, smiling now.
"Grandpa, would you like me to ask to spirits who this man is?" the little girl, Candy asked, smiling brightly.
"This might help. I'm sure he would like to know his own name," Kanno said.
"I would like to know his name as well," Anette spoke for the first time since she had returned with Kanno and his granddaughters.
"Okay!" Candy grinned, and began to sing. A multi-colored glow surrounded her and it amazed me.
"She's communicating with the spirits," Kanno whispered to me.
It took what seemed to be five minutes for Candy to finish communicating and she had a huge smile on her face once she was finished. "The spirits say his name is Brendan. They say that he was born in a Lava Dungeon far away from here. They say that the rest is a sad story, that they do not want to say. Being born in a dungeon is why he can use fire," Candy spoke in a quick voice.
"So... I was born around monsters... My name is Brendan," I mumbled. It didn't ring a bell but it would do. I would go with it.
"Hi, Brendan!" Anette smiled brightly.
"Now. May we see your magic?" Cinnamon asked.
"Sure." I stood up, and removed my gloves. There was a huge scar on my right hand, starting at my middle knuckle and ending in the middle of my hand. I had no idea what it was from. "Hm," I snorted at it. "Too bad I can't have stories behind the scars," I said. I noticed that there was a series of scars on my right arm that appeared to scratches.
"You also have a scar on your cheek," Candy said.
"I wonder if I fought a lot in my past life," I mumbled to myself. "Okay, back to the task on hand. Summoning fire power," I sighed, and steadied myself for the pain that was going to come. After a second, my feet lifted off of the ground, and an orange glow surrounded me. "More fire..." I mumbled. With that, the glow burst into flames that circled me like a tornado. "How's this, Cinnamon?" I turned to her.
Her face held an expression of amazement, but her voice was still flat. "Can you move it?"
"Um..." I held an arm out and made a fire ball. "I could throw this, but we're inside, so I won't," I said. The pain that I was expecting now engulfed me and the flames started to go wild. I heard Anette and Candy scream, and Kanno and Cinnamon backed away. I let out a choked scream, and the fire vanished in a poof of smoke. Still levitating, I fell to my knees and coughed. My levitation then wore off, and I fell onto my side in fetal position.
"Are you okay?" Candy asked, tilting her head.
Now ignoring the pain, I pushed myself all the way to my feet and swayed. I had to get a grip on this magic if I ever wanted to use it. It would be useless if I passed out after using it.
"Brendan!" Anette moved quickly, and had her arms around me to support me. "I gotcha," she smiled up at me, her face slightly flustered.
"Anette, I've got it, I think," I said, though I knew that she wouldn't let me go due to the shaking of my voice.
"Your magic is something that is incredible, indeed," Kanno said. "But if you really want to use it, you must practice, and build up your strength. I would like to see a monster try to take you on after you've built up your strength."
"How can I practice?" I asked. I was struggling to lean downwards to lean on Anette, so I slipped from her arms, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well, like you just did. When you're alone, levitate, and then add some fire to it, and try and see if maybe there is anything else that you can do," Kanno said, his eyes not focused on me, but on the ground.
"You could also try to take on the Green Ruins..." Cinnamon suggested.
"But Cinnamon, Brendan doesn't live around here. He might not be near the Green Ruins," Candy said.
It seemed to take Cinnamon a moment to consider the fact that I wasn't a citizen of Trampoli. "Then he can find dungeons in his hometown..."
"Uhm... Candy, could you possibly tell me where I'm supposed to go to consider myself at home?" I asked, feeling uneasy. Thinking about the fact that I knew nothing of myself was really starting to make me feel uncomfortable.
"The spirits also told me that you should stay in Trampoli! They said that they will need your help and without you, Trampoli will be no more..." Candy's bright eyes filled with tears.
I arched a brow. "I have nowhere to stay in Trampoli though, do I?" I asked. I wasn't sure that I liked the idea of staying in Trampoli, but the people that I had met so far seemed like nice people, and I really had nowhere else to go.
"We can go talk to Stella. Do you think that you can walk?" Anette asked.
"I can walk, but are you sure that... Uhm, people won't find it odd to have some guy with tons of scars who remembers nothing of his past life staying in what seems to be a peaceful village?" I was sure that there had to be a few villagers that would frown upon something of that sort.
"You have to stay in Trampoli! The spirits say that we'll need you!" Candy gave me a pleading look that made my heart melt.
"Uhhh... Okay then, I'll stay if Stella will let me stay," I said, in a tone that made it obvious that I had given in.
"Yay!" Anette and Candy both said at the same time, throwing their arms around me.
Anette quickly pulled back, and blushed. "Sorry. It's just, you saved me. Maybe you can help me with the monsters," she mumbled, her voice wavering.
"Maybe you and I can practice magic together sometime. It's been awhile since I have practiced magic," Cinnamon mumbled. She still sounded indifferent, but I thought I could see a faint smile on her face.
"Hohoho. I will go get Stella. Brendan, you sit here with these three," Kanno smiled, exiting the room.
My eyes fell to the floor. "Candy, you can't tell me anything else of my past? I feel so lost... No memories is kind of, not fun," I grimaced at my lack of good vocabulary.
Candy shook her head. "No, I can't. The spirits said that you have had a bad life. You need new memories. Happy memories," Candy smiled.
"What kind of rough life? Can you at least tell me what I was doing and why I was falling from the sky?" I asked, desperation now filling my voice.
"You were in a dungeon far from here. You wished that everything would just come to an end. That nothing was right and you hated it. The spirits, and your magic, saved you! Trampoli needed you so they sent you to Trampoli," Candy explained.
I racked my brain, trying to remember saying something like that. Trying to remember being in a dungeon, but nothing at all came to mind. Only falling. That's the first memory I had in my brain. "I guess falling is going to be the first memory of my life," I shook my head.
"Don't worry. The people of Trampoli will all be here to help you make new memories!" Anette smiled brightly. "I'll start by being as cheerful as I can when I pass by wherever you stay. I deliver mail here in Trampoli, by the way."
"I'll try to find out some of the brighter things of your past that you don't remember, and when I get the chance, I'll teach about runeys, runes, and rune wonders," Candy smiled.
"I can teach you of the constellations once you get settled in town... I'll also give you a fishing pole as well," Cinnamon said.
I couldn't help but to let a smile come across my face. "Thank you all so much... I promise, whatever I am here to do, I'll do it. I'll protect Trampoli and its people at all costs."
The door opened, and a short old lady, another sister at the church probably, walked in with a smile on her face. "Hello, Brendan, I am Sister Stella, and it's a pleasure to meet you," she said.
"Uhm, hey. It's a pleasure to meet you as well," I smiled.
"So, I hear that you want to stay in Trampoli, hm?" Stella asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, my face heating up again.
"Well, that is splendid. Lara told me where you fell at, and I suspect that you saw the old house and barn, correct?" Stella said, and I nodded. "Well, you can go talk to Kross, and he and you can fix the two buildings up a bit. There's a bed and some other furniture there that is in pretty good condition, and I will talk to Turner and Rita, and you can stay at the inn until the place is fixed up. There is a field, and if you want, we'll get you some tools and you can try your hand at farming, and sell your products to Rosetta, the general store manager," Stella said.
"Sure. That sounds great!" I stood up, a smile on my face now.
"I will also be here to make sure that you don't over do yourself, and to help you if you get injured," Lara, who had apparently stepped in the room while Stella was talking, spoke in a kind voice now.
"Uhm, could someone please show me where Kross is so that I could go and talk to him?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I can! I'm the mailman here, so I know where everyone is," Anette smiled brightly at me, and I nodded.
"I think I'm heading back to the clocktower," Kanno turned. "Brendan, we, meaning my granddaughters and I, live in the clocktower, so come by if you ever want to speak, though we might not be in if it's a good day outside," Kanno waved, and then headed out the door.
"See you around..." Cinnamon waved.
"See ya! Nice meeting you, Brendan," Candy waved, and the two were gone.
"Stella and I reside here in the church. Our rooms are right across the hall, and the church is through the door at the end of the hall," Lara said.
"I don't live in Trampoli. But if I see you around, I'll be sure to speak to you when I'm doing my deliveries in the mornings," Anette smiled.
"Good luck here, Brendan," Stella smiled, and waved as Anette and I walked out of the infirmary.
"Kross lives really close to where you will live, and there are plenty of other nice people in the town as well," Anette said, as she walked a bit ahead of me, down a path. "I don't have time to introduce you to everyone today, it's way past the time that I should be home, but I can tomorrow, if you want. Or if you come across the time, you can do it yourself."
We walked past the piece of land that I was to own soon to the house that I had noticed when I first landed. I also noticed two other houses. One was a huge mansion, while the other was an average sized house with a good bit of fields fenced in to the right of it.
There was a man with long, black hair standing outside of the house, and he noticed when Anette and I approached.
"Good day, Anette. Who is this?" he spoke in a quiet voice.
"Kross, this is Brendan. He's moving into the old farmland, and we need you to fix his house and barn up for him. Stella requested it," Anette said.
"Nice to meet you, Brendan. I am Kross. There should be enough old lumber left in the shed to repair the two buildings, so I'll get on it right away, and it should be done tomorrow," Kross said.
"Thank you," I said.
"No problem," Kross nodded, and without another word, headed for my land.
Anette turned to me, and frowned. "I have to get going. That gate over there leads out of Trampoli," she said.
"Okay, thanks for helping me out today," I smiled at her.
"And thank you for defending me from those monsters. Maybe they won't chase me for awhile now," she smiled.
She stood there for a minute, and an awkwardness fell over us. She surprised me when she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. "I hope we can be great friends," she mumbled into my chest.
I smiled. "Same here."
She pulled back, her face pink. "The inn is straight up that path, you'll notice it. I'll see you tomorrow hopefully," she said, and then took off at an incredible speed.
My eyes turned to the path, and I sighed. I then looked up at the sky, trying to determine what time it might be. It appeared to be almost sunset, but I felt so drained, that I just wanted to get the inn, meet the people there, and go to sleep.
"Uhm, good day, sir. I have not seen you around before," I heard a female voice, and turned in the direction of the mansion to see a lady in a maid's outfit approaching me.
"I'm new around here. My name is Brendan. I'll be living on the old farm property," I said, pointing in the direction of my soon to be home.
"I'm Tabatha. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Brendan, sir," she bowed to me.
"Please, just call me Brendan," I said, rubbing the back of my head.
Tabatha's eyes widened when I did this, and I blushed, thinking that I had done something wrong somehow.
"Mr- uh- Brendan, are you part elf, sir?" She asked, blushing fiercely.
"Uh," I realized her eyes were on my ears and I reached up and felt them. They were pointed on the ends. "I'm not sure. I can't remember my past, you see..." I began to blush, feeling extremely stupid.
"You must be part elf, if not fully elf. I didn't expect to meet another elf apart from Ganesha," Tabatha smiled.
"I guess you have. You're an elf as well?" I couldn't see her ears due to her blue hair in the way, so I couldn't tell.
"Yes, I'm fully elf. I come from a kingdom of elves," Tabatha said.
"I wonder if I do..." I mumbled.
"Would you care to meet Miss Bianca, and maybe have a light meal?" Tabatha asked.
Food. Suddenly my stomach growled loudly. "Uhm... Sorry 'bout that. Sure, I'll meet Miss Bianca," I said.
"I will prepare a quick meal for you as well, Brendan," Tabatha said, and she led me inside the mansion and to the dining room of the mansion. "Please, have a seat," she nodded towards a chair. She disappeared and while I took my seat, she came back with a young girl, probably a bit younger than me, who had twin drills and dark eyes.
"Hello. My name is Bianca de St. Coquille. I am of one of the richest families in all of Norad," she introduced herself with a voice that told me she was full of herself.
"My name is Brendan," I said, not able to think of anything better to say to her.
"Hmph. You look interesting, but I bet your boring and poor," Bianca said, turning her nose up to me.
"Brendan," Tabatha grabbed me and pulled me aside. "Please excuse Miss Bianca. She really is nice if you get to know her better. She is just, well- raised," Tabatha said. "She doesn't have many friends, and maybe you could become her friend."
"I'll try, Tabatha," I mumbled, and once again took my seat.
Tabatha began to cook, and when the questions came, I explained everything that had happened, and why I was staying in Trampoli.
"That's a very sad thing to happen, Brendan, and I do hope you recover your memory," Tabatha said, sitting a bowl of some kind of soup in front of me, along with a glass of juice of some sort.
"Thank you, and I, too hope that I can recover my memory. Maybe the fall just did something, and I'll be better in a few days," I said, after taking a bite of soup. "This is delicious, Tabatha," I complimented.
"Tabatha is an amazing cook, isn't she?" Bianca smiled. She was eating as well, and sipping what appeared to be tea.
"I do hope that you can stay in Trampoli even if you recover your memory," Tabatha said, sincerity in her voice.
"I don't care whether or not you stay. It's not like you benefit me and any way. Besides, we're only here for the Summer," Bianca said.
"It's Summer now?" I asked, feeling extremely stupid.
"Uhm, yes," Tabatha had a look of sympathy on her face, and I blushed.
"Candy said something of me being born in a dungeon, as I said, and I wonder if I'm still supposed to live in a dungeon," I paused to eat a bite of soup. "I hope there aren't any monsters depending on me somewhere..." I mumbled. I knew that monsters lived in dungeons. I hadn't lost any of my knowledge, it seemed, apart from the knowledge of who I was, and my past.
"You too have concern for monsters?" Tabatha seemed pleased.
"Yes, I do..." I nodded.
"He probably is part monster or something, being born in a dungeon and whatnot," Bianca commented, rolling her eyes.
"Miss Bianca, he is part elf, or full elf, I am not sure," Tabatha frowned.
"Oh..." Bianca said nothing more.
After what seemed to be less than an hour, I left the villa to discover that it was now night. "Wow. I must have stayed longer than what I thought," I mumbled to myself. I felt re-energized, so I burst into a run to the inn. When I was at the door, I thought about knocking, but then remembered that it was an inn, and they probably wouldn't expect someone to knock.
I entered to be greeted by a girl with light green hair and light purple eyes, dressed in a pink and white dress. She was chubby, but cute, and probably around my age as well. "Good evening. May I help you?" she walked over to me, a smile on her face.
"Uhm... I would like a room, I guess," I didn't exactly know how to approach this situation.
"Oh, so you're not new to Trampoli? You're only staying overnight?" the girl asked.
"Actually, I am new to Trampoli. Kross is working on my house right now, so I was told that I should stay at the inn overnight," I said. "My name's Brendan."
"I'm Eunice. My parents actually run the inn, but they're working the bar right now, so I'll get you a room ready," she smiled, and waddled her way over to the counter. She wrote something down in a small book, and then came back with a room key. "It's the yam room. It'll be on the door. And that will be 100 gold," she said.
My eyes widened, and my hand went to my pocket. I found a small sack and pulled it out. I opened it to find somewhere around 5000 gold and sighed in relief. I handed Eunice the money. "Thank you," I said.
"No, thank you," Eunice smiled brightly. "Would you like to go meet my parents?" she asked.
"Sure," I shrugged.
She led me through a door to a room that smelled of food and alcohol. I was greeted by a fat man in orange clothing.
"GOOD EVENING!" he slurred at me, slinging his arm around me.
"Dad..." Eunice sighed.
"Dear, what have I told you about harassing the customers?" a blonde woman walked up, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Rita... Dear, I'm only being a good host..." the man slurred, leaning on me.
I wobbled, and frowned.
The woman grabbed the man and slung him into a chair. "Sit down or you'll be getting 100 slaps from me!" she bellowed. She then turned to me. "I'm sorry... That's my husband, Turner. He's a drunken bastard right now. I'm Rita, and I'm assuming you've met my daughter, Eunice?" she smiled at me.
"Yes, I have. My name is Brendan, I will be staying here overnight if that is alright. I have paid," I said. I was still shaken from the drunk guy, and slightly confused.
"I heard about you coming. Kanno told me you got no memory," Rita placed a hand on her hip.
"No.. I don't..." I mumbled.
"Well, feel free to stay as long as you want. I'm not gonna let you drink though," she said, and with that, she turned and headed for the counter.
"I'll show you your room now," Eunice said. "I'm so sorry for my dad," she blushed.
"It's fine," I smiled.
She led me to a room with "Yam Room" carved into the door. She said "goodnight" and left me to stare at the door.
I unlocked the room, went in, and with little notice to what I was doing, shut the door, removed my shirt, gloves, and boots, laid down on the bed, and fell into a deep, black sleep.