“Mister Mo. I’ll be happy to help you find your friend, but first I need to tell you something.”
She looks very serious. Wei Wuxian braces himself, mind flitting through the possibilities. What could she need to tell him? He’s already seen that he has all his limbs, that can’t be it. Is it his face? Is that why they don’t know who he is?
Before he can raise his hand to check for facial wounds, she continues. “There was a train derailment. Many people were injured and many were killed.”
She goes on relentlessly. “But that was over three years ago.”
After years of working as a journalist, Wei Wuxian is on his way home with his newly adopted son – only the way home isn’t quite straightforward. This is amnesia fic of the best calibre!