In Tierra del Fuego, there exists a prison; cold grey walls that hum and shift of the mentally deranged and their murmurs, but which specially bend to one prisoner's will.

Or rather, three prisoners.

At first, it was The Idealist who had noticed you, you seemed to purposefully evade him whenever they altered the reality of the prison with the Die of Babylon, like you knew something was wrong.

And of course, he wasn't stupid; the poet half-thought about sharing this information with any of the other two personas that were out in the prison, but Merlin couldn't stand him, and Aleph was too busy trying to survive through the constant mess that his thoughts were...

Though The Idealist didn't seem to know you had also captivated the other two, your presence and seemingly awareness of the constant changes made by them when no one else could— wasn't supposed to, fascinated them.

And so, through carefully scheduled 'check-ups' and manipulation of your medicine, Merlin had managed to make you confess to some of the suspicions he had garnered for a while now, which then ended up with the purposeful erasure of some of your memories after the most recent 'rewind' on the prison.

You have now caught the attention of the eye on the tower and the particular prisoners locked behind their bars while battling through the fog in your memories; What makes you so different from the others? Why could you remember what the others couldn't? How? Why?

This sudden interference was fascinating to the three men in many different ways, Merlin craved to experiment on you, stubbornly believing perhaps something inside you would take him a step closer to transcendentality, The Idealist was eager to know his constant letters and chaotic scrambles weren't only remembered by him, perhaps this shared knowledge would help him get closer to his goal? And Aleph? He... he was, for the first time in his long life, confused, intrigued.

Someone else remembered, like him, the thought was... both terrifying and fascinating.

But how could they approach you without startling you? How could the men who knew it all, confront someone that might be like them?