You were a young woman, probably in her early twenties you admire the beauty of life and for work you had a passion for art... You make art yourself as well

But lately your creative drive has gone dry and the people your usually around started to become very off to you but don't understand why.... Why sometimes when you share your thoughts they all look at you strangely.....

Actually trying to recall something such as childhood, or important details from when you were younger only seems to be a blur to attempt to recall, you remember hearing about Shell Beach you see the posters and billboards but no one in the city seems to know how to get there to Shell Beach.....

Because of the anxiety and stress of not being able to call most of the memories, I began to lose sleep due to it..... So one night I went out and took a stroll another night of no sleep but the strange thing was when I walked out to the streets everyone in the surrounding area seemed to be out cold just out of the blue... No matter what I did they just wouldn't wake then I saw it A man that looks like a cadaver, adorned black clothing, black gloves and a hat.... Out of fear I ran they seemed off something unnatural, something strange....

You stayed in your little studio apartment for a few days trying to understand what's going on... Or why a man called Dr. Daniel Schreiber keeps trying to contact you, you had the vague memory of having a husband but his face you cannot recall

You have no idea if you're just exhausted or if your going insane finally....