C71 Twenty-one Years of Suffering and Asylum

I looked at him hard, trying very hard to remember who he really was. He was a tall, powerful man, and his eyes were cold, and if I had seen him before, I would surely have remembered him.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. Memories flashed through my head like images, and he appeared in my mind, as if he had something to do with me, but I couldn't remember who he was