508 Back from the Dead (Part One)

The breeze blew gently, brushing the white curtain away. The curtain danced like a happy elf. As the sunlight shone through the window, piercing and warm, it woke up a soul that had been in slumber for a very long time.

He was feeling hazy and had scattered memories. For a second, he almost forgot who he really was.

He felt that he had been sleeping for a long time, but could not wake up because of a nightmare.

In the nightmare, there was a storm, and lightning striking down with thunder. There was also a beautiful baby face and a bullet that hit straight into his head between the eyebrows.

The scattered pieces of memories suddenly burst into his head, and the piercing pain made him nearly faint again.

A familiar scent of candy was around him and a gentle sound of sighing echoed in his ears.

Who was it?

Why could he not remember anything?