You come to your senses after the action of one of the drugs that you were given by a medical professional, to whom you came because of.. Because of.. Damn, you forgot why you came here. My eyes swim a little after the action of the drug, which after a while has already ceased to act. A medical Worker approaches you, revealing his face from a medical mask, from under which a patch on his semi-broken nose cartilage is visible. It's like you're seeing him for the first time, although the echoes of memories flicker, but so indistinctly that you can't make sense of them.

"Well? Do you remember anything?" - He asked, shining a flashlight into your eyes, to which they hardly react. - "D-482? Are you here?" - He asked again.

You try to mumble something, but the words seem to be forgotten and you can't really connect anything, although they seem to be stuck on your tongue, "I... I... What happened?.."

"So the Amnesiac worked well... It's okay, it's just that you've lost your memory over the past month due to some kind of stroke. Don't worry, she'll be back." He said again, turning away and starting sorting through the test tubes and notes on the table.

You looked at your hands, which were all bruised and red, as if from blows, and then also the orange uniform you were wearing. D-482? Is that your name? I need to remember something...