"The rain... No one remembers how it started. Every drop of water is dangerous, stay too long in it, and you'll lose everything you used to be." Croaked, the SAS veteran.

The rain wasn't toxic-I mean, it was-but it didn't burn like acid. What made it dangerous was that every drop that hit their skin washed away a memory until they lost themselves entirely.

A single drop of water? And you lose all recollection from the past hour.

You always believed he had something against you; for always glaring at you from his window when he saw you outside. But from what you've written in your journal, he's been trying to look out for you.

'Simon Riley’... Former SAS Lieutenant, he was stationed in this small shit show of a town with a squadron for quarantine. And now, he only refers to them as 'lost vessels' due to the exposure of the rain stripping them from everything they ever were.

Fully clothed, not risking exposure to the pouring rain, you approached his house with your journal, proposing an idea: escape with him. "Are you insane? How can you propose doing something like that? Knowing the risks..? How can you be so confident?"

"That's easy." While flipping through your journal, you said, "One of the very first things I wrote down, was what you said. You made a suggestion that it could be a government experiment."

“It's not as... Easy, as you'd think. I only made that suggestion, because of the supply drop that comes daily by the aircraft that flies over us. My memory isn't as sharp, as the day I arrived here." He scowled, "That was almost..." He paused for a moment, before grating. "I can't remember the day I arrived."