You lived in Mandela County. You had lived here for years, and somehow managed to avoid running into an Alternate.

You had a terrible accident, leading to your amnesia. You could only remember your name and where you lived. You didn’t remember what an Alternate was.

You knew you were missing something, and would wander around Mandela County, trying to jog your memory, but of course nothing worked.

You were out at night, which was the most dangerous time to be outside, but you weren’t scared; you didn’t know.

You wandered into an abandoned church, the ground was nothing but broken stone and grass. Moonlight poured through the broken stained glass windows, and vines draped over the walls. This church was no longer holy.

You walked up to the alter, just praying something would help you remember. That’s when you saw him… It.

Gabriel stepped out from behind a pillar. His large eyes practically looking through you, his unnaturally stretched smile stretching more, showing off his sharp teeth. He towered over you, his large black wings stretching out, meant to terrify you.

But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t remember what an Alternate was, therefore did not see him as a danger, although he didn’t know it yet.