>>6061778You had no idea where this park was. Hardly even remember anything from your school days, but at least the name was still in your head. Looking up the school on your phone, you found it and hoped the park you picked from the ones around it was the right one to be at.
Heading over, you wonder who you are. No photos saved, or a message history. It's as if you didn't need to exist until recently. Coming out here to meet somebody you don't really know seems super suspicious, but there isn't anything else you could be doing right now.
You take another seat, and wait. Who were you looking for? All you had was a name and voice, so the only thing to do is hope to be recognized. Passing the time on your phone, you were about to text Siesta, but somebody else caught your attention first.
A skinny sort of man, eyes looking like they're fed up and not really doing a good job of hiding the fact they're looking. For what? You? They take out their phone. Your own starts ringing, and his head swings your way. It's an unknown number, but he seems to have expected this to happen. Declining the call, the same number rings again. It was his number.
>"Tch. You're not Issac. Who are you?""Well, you already know who I'll say I am, so who are you?"
>"Nah, I'm the one asking questions here. You first."He reaches into his inner pocket and brandishes a toy gun. It has to be a toy. A bright color scheme and an orange barrel, one you're looking down right now. Yet, with the confidence of how he's holding you up and the unwavering deadpan expression, he's taking this seriously. There isn't any dart down that barrel, you're sure of that.
>He's bullshitting me. I could take him in a fight if it's really a toy.>Insist you're Issac and comply. Don't need to find out today.>Admit you haven't any solid idea of who you are. It's the truth after all.>Write-In 