I just wake up and i'm in a motel room. There's a key...and a diary. It feels like it's the first time i've been here but perhaps i've been there for a week...or three months, it's hard to tell. It's just like..an anonymous room. I see a boy next to me, he is looking at me like he knows me, there is a familiarity but i can't tell who he is or what he means to me. I must find out more. H-hey, I guess i must have already told you about my condition?