He looked in the mirror, over and over again. The reflection staring back at him looked strange, yet familiar. He used to be huge, scary looking cause of the scar across his eye. He used to have short hair, but looking at the mirror, he could see long white hair, a cute face, same eye color (a light blue), a smaller stature. What attracted him most was the face, a very cute one it was to him, as someone who was always shunned cause of his supposedly ugly looking face, he felt blessed.
"Hey" he said, calling out to the one beside him.
He gave a slight bow, but didn't move any closer to his young master
"What is your name?"
He felt hurt for a few seconds. Did the master truly lose his memories. So, the doctor was right, his young master truly had lost his memories. His remembering the mirror must have been because of his habit of always looking into a mirror. But how much of his memory did he lose for him not to remember me? I've been with him since he was a child.
"Hanbit" he replied with a slight bow.
"Hanbit" He repeated after him.
"Tell me Hanbit, am I engaged?"
Hanbit looked confused.
'Is something wrong with the young master's head?' he thought to himself
'Even though he has always been acting stupid, there had always been a limit to his stupidity, and he never showed any interest in women. So, what's with the sudden question about him being engaged?'
"No, young master. You never had any love interest."
He sighed, looking disappointed.
"Then, do I have someone I'm seeing?"
"No, young master. You were never interested in such."
"In that case, I must have had a lot of admirers, that I do not know who to choose."
He said with an arrogant smile on that handsome face. Hanbit was feeling confused. Was his young master testing him, or what was with this new personality of his?
"You used to, young master. But they all ran off because of your stupidity, young master."
He turned to look at the so-called Hanbit with a frown on his face.
"Is this how you speak to your young master?"
Hanbit bowed lower as he apologized repeatedly.
'Something is off. The young master never cared about whatever people called him. He even used to walk with his head high whenever he was called a fool. Is he thinking I betrayed him, so he is trying to pretend to have lost his memories? I am disappointed, master.'
"Say, Hanbit, do I have better clothes than this rag on me?" He said while pulling at the cloth he had on." Please, do not tell me that I do not have any taste in fashion." He said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"I will get them ready, young master." Hanbit said, did a slight bow, then proceeded to leave.
"Good, that's good" he said nodding his head over and over again. "Hanbit" he called, stopping Hanbit who was just about to leave the room.
"When I am done dressing up, you shall give me a tour around. I shall use it as an opportunity to get a wife."
"Yes, young master."
"And by the way, what is my name again?"