Winding the clock a few seconds...
Death had a funny way of giving people a reason to live.
Shortly after getting his chest impacted and partially impaled, Antonio's life began to flash before his eyes.
Antonio had never really gave this idea much credence before, because who the hell thinks about things that only occurs when one is in the process of dying, but now that it was happening to him, he was a full believer.
As he laid there on the ground, bleeding and dying, Antonio found himself remembering his childhood years.
Not the fake ones that consisted of him being raised in a loving family of multiple siblings, but the single child life of being raised by a Kaijin.
'I remember their face and what they did...but why can't I remember their name' Antonio asked himself as these old memories played through his head.
In these memories, he could finally remember the fact the Kaijin who raised him looked very similar to a large jungle cat.
