You, our protagonist, have no memory of who you are or how you got to this place, but fragments of your identity flicker at the edges of your perception. This place feels familiar.

It starts like this. Always alone. Always waiting...

This room, with its bare walls, smells a little musty. Like it's been locked up for a while. A desk pushed to one wall, with a bed right next to it. A mirror propped on the wall to your left. A single window on the wall right across. Maybe you'll find the answers to your questions here.

Something catches your eye. A small piece of paper on the ground at your feet.