The shared memory was a bit disorientating; seeing what looked to be a younger version of himself there in an unfamiliar place. Oh the beach itself was quite beautiful, yet as he tried to concentrate on remembering anything about the scene that was unfolding a touch of pain was felt in his mind. Not physical pain by any means, but the feeling of being trapped and entangled by an unknown force. The harder he tried to focus on a detail, on the fishing rod in the girl's hand, the tighter those unseen strands felt around his mental body. "There's...I..." Zero tried to speak, tried to struggle against those sticky invisible strands. "I don't know this place...it's...something's wrong here."