Before starting his journey, Ben-Ham remembered little of his life. Retrograde amnesia erased 24 years of memories, leaving a lost tabaxi in the middle of the desert with a bleeding wound. Knowing neither language nor writing, he lived on the streets of the first city he could reach, spent the night on cardboard, begged and rummaged in garbage cans. If not for a lucky break (and three broken ribs), who knows how this story would have ended. Seven years have passed since then.