Byung was lost in every sense that mattered. He had no way of regaining himself, no anchor point to cling to that might restore the memories stripped away by this cursed forest. There was nothing separating him from death except dwindling instinct and reflexes his body remembered even if his mind didn't. And with his memory loss came the devastating loss of his fundamentals—including his awareness that he had a system embedded within him, skills and abilities that could help him navigate through this impossible situation.
He didn't remember the notifications, the ability increases, the evolutionary transformations. All of it was gone, locked away behind walls his consciousness couldn't breach. He was running on pure survival instinct now, the most primal parts of his brain making decisions while the higher functions flailed uselessly trying to understand.
