It was no use. No matter how much Kyle pleaded with Matt or tried to convince him that he was him despite the accursed form that he now took upon in this world, Matt refused to believe him.

Heading back to his (no not his, this was Rook's room... whoever Rook was supposed to be) room, Kyle sat at his desk and sighed. Were they doomed to remain stuck in this form as a horseman for as long as they lived? Were there other hunters out there like them too? What should they do? There were so many questions in his mind at the same time yet none that he had an answer to.

Staring blankly at the notepad that was on the desk, he found another question surfacing in his mind. What if... his current knowledge of him being a hunter was only temporary due to something meddling with whatever got them here in the first place? He had to do something so that he would remember who he was even after he reverted back to being Rook. So that he would persist in his efforts to find a way out of this place together with Matt and any other hunter who were also stuck here.

But how...

His eyes wandered back to the notepad again and before he knew it, he was already reaching for the pen to put his thoughts down on the paper. He had no idea how long more he would remember that he was Kyle the Sun hunter and not Rook the War horseman. But so long as he was still Kyle, he would write everything down so that he could remind himself of who he actually was.

He could only hope that that would be enough and not end in futility.