Amnesia
His first tangible memory was of darkness. His head hurt more than he had ever imagined it could, and he had no idea why. He shifted his body, realising that he was sitting against a wall, on a cold, hard floor. His wrists were encircled by metal rings, held together by more metal.
'How did I get here...?' He tried to make out shapes in the darkness, to no avail. It was so dark, he felt as if he was being crushed by it. '...wait, ...who am I...?!'
In that moment, he realised that he had no idea who he was, or where he was, or what was happening. In that moment, he experienced fear for what felt like the first time, his heart beginning to race in his chest. His body shivered, and a whimper of fear escaped him. How could he not know who he was? It was so utterly impossible, so horrifying, that he could only sit, shuddering, on the coldness that was the floor.
"Oh, good. You're awake." He jumped at the sound of a bitter, feminine voice, echoing from somewhere in the darkness. "We can get started."
"Who are you? What's going on?!" He shouted, twisting around in fear.
"Now, why would I tell you that?" She, whoever she was, laughed with a sharp tang to the edge of her voice, "After everything you've done to my family, I really don't think you deserve to be told anything, Leo." He frowned in confusion.
"Who's Leo? What did I do?" He looked around again, tears forming in his eyes. "I don't understand!"
"I think I'll leave you to your memories for now-"
"What memories?! I can't remember anything! Please, what's going on?!"
His plea was met with deafening silence.
Thoughts?