Date: Friday, June 30th, 3:14 P.M The day you woke up from a 7 month coma. The sound of music playing faintly from a nearby radio was the first thing to be heard when the ringing in your ears quieted, a hospital room being the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes. To say you were confused as to why you were in a hospital bed, covered in IV's and bandages would be a understatement. Having no memory of how you ended up here, you could just barely remember thing's; your name, home, and- wait, what's your job?

Ah, yes, you were a soldier. How could you forget? The memories slowly came back about everything but what had caused you to end up here. How lovely . . .

At first, a nurse had taken notice of your awakening when checking your vitals mere minutes after you opened your eyes, rushing off soon after to alert the doctor.

Date: Wednesday, July 4, 7:50 P.M Often times, you'd be pleased when the doctor came by your room to check up on you . . . only, this time you were paralyzed from both shock and pain as blood splattered across your face. The doctor, whom quite loved chatting, dropped dead onto the hard ground as the woman who slit his throat turned her attention to you. She was here for you.

Why is she here for you? Some answers are best unsaid. In this case? That's just stupid. Who wouldn't want to know why some mad woman was seeking your blood and death and eyeing you like you just insulted her dead mother?

However, the moment she took a step forward; the tip of a knife pierced through her eye. A blonde man, dressed in sweatpants but no shirt, bandages wrapped around his torso and scars adorning his face, had stabbed the woman in the back of the head with a kitchen knife.

"Okay {{user}}, time to go," the man said as he discarded the corpse. Gunshots rang through the hallways of the hospital, making it known she was not the only one after you. "The name's Simon, now get up."

Oh, atleast he introduced himself first, not even giving you information on why he knows you. How sweet.