When he realized it, he was just standing there, his mind bleached.

He was only able to remember two things: a pact made long ago, and the name that she called him by, but that was all. As for what kind of pact was it, or who was she, he wasn't able to remember at all, along with everything else.

A sudden nice scent distracted him, that's when he noticed a teacup in one of the tables. It was still hot, but there wasn't anyone else arround.

He sighed and frowned, this situation was really anoying.