I let the water pour over me from the dragon's mouth. There's blood and a nasty bruise on my neck. I lift my head up and feel the water on the wound. It hisses like a serpent. Han Yo... I grip my head. For some reason, I feel like my head is cracking. Memories are starting to wash away like when the tide pulls the sand back.

Why is... Jiang... Jiang... Clan Leader Jiang's name so hard to remember. I can barely remember. He's my...my....my brother. It shouldn't take me that long to remember. I move the water over my hair. I hiss as I pull on it. 

It's so hard to remember little things one usually should never forget. I can barely remember the taste of Lotus Rib soup. I can barely remember my father, my true father. I can't remember the other one, which to be fair, I'm not sure I want to remember. I take up the soap and I run it down my arm.

This island. It's perfect. It has everything one could desire. But... why am I still unsettled? I bite my lip. A serpent's eyes are deep and twisted. I grip my hands. His eyes are always on me. There's always this look of blood loss. It's... it's... terrifying sometimes.