All that greeted him when he opened his eyes was the night sky.
He layed there for a good moment, in a position that alluded to the shape of a cross, before considering why he was in such a position.
Where was he before?
At this point... it was fuzzy.
He remembered the adrenaline of combat... kicks and punches... then the hospital.
That was all he could remember, though.
The name 'Sayoko' floated around his head, too, for some reason, in addition to those broken memories.
Sitting up, he glanced around some more.
What was this place?
It appeared gloomy, and dreary.
It was dark, and quiet.
An eerie silence, that made him wonder if this truly was a safe place to be.
Standing up now, he realized he was, for some reason or another, in a school uniform.
He didn't remember having ever wore this uniform.
Then again, he didn't remember much of anything really.
He knew his name, Hisoka Mori.
And his age, which was 16.
And the other things from before, but that was it.
Why was his memory so fuzzy?
Was he hit by a car, which caused him to suffer from amnesia?
That couldn't be right, though; this place felt so unfamiliar, he doubted he was ever here at all.
This campus setting, that appeared no different from a modern school setting.
Fixing his glasses, his dark browns took in the setting's aesthetics, before walking along the street, towards what appeared to be the school's main building.
In actuality, he had absolutely no idea where he was going, and was merely trying to gain better understanding of his surroundings.
He wished someone - a student, maybe - would approach him and make sense of the situation.
His black hair blew as a breeze started up, then faded.
Realizing he had a headache, he instinctively placed a hand on his forehead, wishing he knew where he was.