In the desolated city for the rich people, a youth is knocked unconscious near to a bented pole. His name is Kale Berner, a half German and Hispanic person. He was wandering aimlessly down the street after his parents abandoned him, and tripped to his untied antique shoes, his face landing straight to a pole.

  About to open his eyes, a head-splitting pain cursed through him, the unbearable pain made him jump and flip, and roll scatteringly while tightly grabbing his head in pain. Memories forced its way into his brain and there was an abandunt of it.

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  For five hours, it finally stopped. He gasped for air, sweat dripping down from him and an exhausted look on his face. "It's finally over... over thank god... thank god..." Kale Berner struggignly crawled to a wall and weakly put his back to it.

  "What was that? Who's memories are these? A baby growing into a toddler, a toddler growing into a teenager, a teenager growing into a successful man, and a man turning old, surrounding by his family and dying. I didn't have the strength to focus and like a record playing forwadly fast."