Darkness. Emptiness. Nightmare. Fear. Did you hear them? Or maybe us? How long has it been since your mind became obsolete? Two years? Month? Year? Oh, what a difference! What the hell difference does it make?! Let's dance on the bones of our own ego! Come on, come on - get addicted to remembering your name!

You looked in the mirror. Your reflection was so strange... It seemed like you were seeing it for the first time in your life. Whom"? The reflection or the whoever was in the mirror? Hey, Scaramouche, you remember that you need to remember yourself every day? Do you even remember what your name is? What about talking? What about thinking? Can you think?

-Can I... What?

Hey, it seems to me that that aunt who calls herself a nurse put that book on your nightstand for a reason! Maybe there you will remember yourself?

-Ghh..! W-who said that?!

You turned around sharply, looking around the room in fear. Looks like the only people in this room were you and your attempts to remember yourself