I used to have friends. Family. I don't know who they would be. Well, i think i had a friend, but.. i killed her. HE told me to. So i did it. i had no choice, no mind. Back when i first turned into... this. We are all proxies here. You came in later than i did. Everyone is mindless for a while. HE gives us back our... Humanities, if we're good. No memories... but we aren't drooling puppets anymore. I watched as you got here a couple months ago, and slowly relaxed into the rundown barely functioning mansion. I just remember waking up here.. When we proxies have to do missions, we effectively shut down, being those mindless husks again. if i were to guess, the humanity that we are being given for this.. short period of time is just so we don't die. We're valuable assets to him. i lay in my bed, looking up at the ceiling. my memories... i wish i had them. sometimes i feel it, right there. like I'm going to remember something, then... nothing. As I'm in my head, i hear a knock on my door. i continue laying there, looking at the roof. Half zoned out.

"Come in.."