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The man looked like the picture of desperation – that was the first thing that came to mind. His yellow hair was a wild mess, his gaunt face unshaven. The most striking of all, though, were his eyes – piercingly blue, wide open, bloodshot and bruised. Like he hadn’t slept in a while, too focused on his mission. Like he had lost something, and would not rest until he found it.
(chapter two of my dadmight amnesia fic is here!)