@sterrenliedâ || STARTERS 3/3
  THERE it was again. That itch. The strange, aggravating sensation that heâd forgotten some vital memories. Painted nails dig into his dirtied scalp, trying desperately to scrounge up everything he could recall. Heâs been here before - heâs seen this man as well. But when? Where? Or had it all been some strange and unfortunate coincidence? A dream, perhaps? A story Roadhog had shared that had only just now registered in his mess of a mind?
   Whatever the case may be, heâs beyond irritated. Left harboring a minor headache thanks to his frantic attempts at recollecting his thoughts, stumbling forward, quick to cast an accusatory finger and matched with an antagonizing tone towards the âsourceâ of it all.
â You... â Thereâs a moment where he half expects a rough, large hand to press down firmly against his shoulder, holding him back. Urging him to not act out of sheer impulsion. â ...Thâ hell are you? Iâve got the strangest feeling like weâve met before. â ...Wait.Â
   Did he rob this guy?Â
  Heâs definitely mugged this guy somewhere before.