Furfur

Furfur can’t remember much.

Not just from their past. They can’t remember much at all.

It’s called short term memory… they think. Still, even they know their short term memory is unusual.

They’re lucky enough that the group they’ve attached themselves to is nice enough to let them do some menial labour that doesn’t require much memory or thinking. Relying on muscle memory is way easier to do.

They don’t think they’ll tell them about the weird abilities they’ve been finding themselves capable of doing yet, though. Something in them screams to hide it for now, lest… lest someone finds out.

Furfur doesn’t want to know who it is.