Missions were getting tougher day by day. They needed great stealth and skills. Security in those places has tightened. It was harder to break in. They would be preferred to laze around in the office like Sunggyu. Hacking is much easier.

“You guys still have a long way to go. Some mistakes here and there, especially from the two of you.” Jiyong pointed towards L.Joe and Sungyeol. “Well, Chihoon and Jaehyo, you two did an excellent work in clearing their mistakes in a split second.”

“So much for being biased..” Sungyeol muttered.

“Ehem.. I think that’s all for today. L.Joe, stay behind for a while. I need to speak with you, privately.” He emphasized the last word.

After everyone scattered from the room, Jiyong interrogated L.Joe with questions.

L.Joe shook his head. He didn’t know what to reply. He couldn’t remember a single thing. His memories were blurry.

“I- can’t remember..” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “Can’t remember? How so?”

“I just knew that she’s my girlfriend.. That’s what she says.. I remember having one.. But.. I can’t remember who..”

“And?”

“I don’t know. Everyone’s ignoring me. They seem to despise me. I don’t remember doing something bad..”

“Are you sure you can’t remember anything?”

“No.. I can’t remember certain things.. Most of them are clear..”

“Before you woke up from ‘not remembering some things’, where did you go?”

“Chunji said I went drinking.. I think.. And I passed out. Some guy sent me back to the academy.”

“Do you know who?”

“Do I look like I know who?” L.Joe seemed a bit pissed.

“I’ll make an appointment with the doctor. Make yourself free next weekend. Good thing you don’t need to do the next mission.”

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 L.Joe’s POV 

I’m sitting in the middle of a room. It’s pretty dull. Is this an interrogation room?

Someone came in. A tiny little man, almost bald, who wore a white coat and a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He held a clipboard in his right hand and looked through the paper.

“Lee Byunghun?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel any pain?”

“A bit.”

“Stress?”

“Yes.”

“Headache.”

“Yes.”

“Memory loss?”