The little boy was eventually taken to the local police station by a kind passerby, where he was listed as a missing person. But the main problem was— he truly did not have the slightest idea about himself, making it difficult for the officers to record his data.
"Err… you really don't remember your name? How about where you come from, and what your parents look like?" the officer asked, scratching his head with a troubled look.
Blankly, the little boy shook his head.
"Okay, how about this? What's the last thing you remember? Who did you come here with?"
Again, the boy shook his little head left and right. He truly remembered nothing. His mind was akin to a pure white canvas, devoid of even the faintest color. He did not know where he came from, nor what he was doing alone at that place.
