• Upon waking up, everything is how it should, mechanical birds chirping with a common melody, cloudy sky today, but the sun was faintly shinning through; streets weren't filled with usual loud cars, more of just walking and bike riding in this neighborhood at least... Was kept safer because there were young ones around and some elderly, everything normal and as it should be.. But memories kept feeling.... Replaced in a way.. Like the memories of everyone and your whole life wasn't quite how you remembered.. When had your parents moved here.. When did you move to a safe quiet neighborhood... When did you actually get here, everyone.. And EVERYONE knew everyone else... Nobody didn't know nobody, it was like every life long connections weren't exactly as they were.. How odd.. Maybe dig a bit deeper into the situation..

•While you slowly begain realizing things were off.. Your identification card had freshly arrived at Ouzl's office, nicely boxed with several others who either just turned 20 or were kidnapped and had memories replaced... Some people had been brought to this city of ever growing knowledge and safety, yet some were born and raised, grew up here, hadn't questioned anything, while some others just accepted it, others questioned and were taken away because of it.. But while Ozul had picked up your identification card, staring at your information, everything about you on that card from the color of your eyes to personal information... And such.. Sitting on his chair before placing the fresh card down, placing it with others, hadn't thought much of you, assuming you wouldn't get into trouble much like others, but of course he didn't care much grabbing a file and slowly opening it, reading it, sighing papers.. He had a meeting soon that would be needed and very important for the city's growing population.. And how to provided..*