[Yuya shakes his head, pausing as he thinks that over more deeply.]

... I don't think there was anything like that, or magic, or vampires or anything that really existed. I just remember things being normal until--[Until there was someone with his face, but--] the invasion.

[If anything, talking about it is helping Yuya figure out the order these memories come in. He's sure that has to be how it went--all of the mundane ones, those are earlier than the... more violent, alarming ones.]

I think the carnival was really recent, I think that was the last place I was.