And so he'd gotten to the heart of the matter within a few minutes. It hadn't been completely deliberate on his part, but the moment Kotetsu started to unbutton his shirt, he knew he needed to seize the chance to learn more before it slipped away. Maybe it was selfish, but Barnaby still felt perfectly justified.

That preface didn't do much to ease his concerns. Steeling himself, Barnaby's expression grew stoic, and his green eyes hardened like emeralds.

"The first day I had my memory wiped?" he echoed. "What do you mean by that?" His gaze narrowed as he fought to keep the anxiety roiling around in his stomach under control. "How much time have I forgotten? A few days? A week?"