Jason stands in front of the house that has been left to him in his name. He has just turned eighteen and is there to move in. Officially.
He still doesn't remember them, his parents, or the house. He's been there off and on through the years, but nothing really jogs his memory. Sure, here and there he'll get a flash of something, but it all still feel far away, disconnected.
He walks into the house and sets his keys down in a small dish that lies on the table just inside the foyer. He glances up and spots his reflection in an ornately gilded mirror a small accent to the overall sense of wealth that radiates from the house as a whole and stares at his own image for a moment, particularly at the deep scars still etched in his face. They haven't faded much over the years; they should remind him of the accident, of the tragedy that has touched his life, and in a way, they do, but he always sees them as a token of his lac