The man came back to the bar, dressed in what the man had given him. Upon entering, almost everyone stared. His face was no longer covered up, revealing a young man, no later than his 20s with a bald head and scarring all across his face. He noticed many people starring, but he could neither comprehend what it was about him that was different nor could he feel the human emotion of embarrassment. He went to a seat in a corner, and began to study his hands an arms, for previously he had not been able to. Most of his body was covered all the time, and he was not allowed to take off his cloak.
He looked at himself, pondering.. Though, knowing. Knowing what was inside him, and what wasn't. Knowing that with just a simple thought, he could have most everyone in this room floored in a matter of seconds. But the thing he didn't know was whether it was him or not, or whether the power he had was evil or good. He tried to remember.. But as much as he tried, he could not bring back the memories that were once within him. All he knew is that he was Kusarian, and solely because someone had told him he looked that way.
