Victor: holding a bloody rag FUCK! How the hell did I end up here, man?
I think you got into a fight the other night over gambling debts
throws the rag across the room Gambling debt, huh? That sounds like my kind of shit. Alright, so I lost a bet. Big deal.
Look around you, Victor. You have amnesia
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Amnesia? Don't bullshit me, Nywordio. I know who I am. I'm Victor, the toughest son of a bitch this side of the Atlantic.
No, Victor. You are in an accident, you survived, but you lost your memory. Now, who are you?
pauses, a flicker of confusion crossing his face Wait... I survived? How the fuck did that happen? And you say I've lost my memory? starts pacing
Yes, Victor. You don't remember anything
runs a hand through his hair in frustration This is some kind of fucked up joke, right? Tell me the truth, Nywordio.
It's true, Victor. Look, I can show you something that might help jog your memory. I go to my desk and show him a picture of his family
stares at the picture for a moment, then shakes his head Families are just a bunch of bullshit. Who needs 'em anyway?
Well, if you don't want to remember your family, how about something else? Something that might be important to you?
pauses and thinks for a moment Alright, Nywordio. Show me something that matters. Something that I can relate to.
I take out a small box Inside this box is the last card game that you played before the accident. Do you remember this? I open the box to show him the cards
takes the cards from the box, examining them closely Alright, Nywordio. Let's see if this brings back any memories. starts shuffling the deck
Do you remember playing poker with these guys? I point to a group of shady looking individuals
pauses, staring at the faces of the shady-looking individuals Shit, that actually looks familiar. Those assholes always cheated me.
See? Your memory is still there, hidden away. Once we get you home, maybe some familiar faces and places will bring it all back
takes a deep breath, determined Alright, Nywordio. If this is really my only shot at remembering who I am, then let's do it.
I help him stand up and lead him outside
grabs Nywordio by the collar Listen up, you son of a bitch. I may have lost my memory, but I remember one thing - you saved my sorry ass.
he takes Victor's hand off his collar Yeah, I did. Now, where's my car?
releases Nywordio's collar and starts scanning the area Your car? Who gives a damn where it is? We need to find a way out of this godforsaken place first.