It was March of 1973. After joining a search party for your lost friend, Maria Flores, you find yourself living in your worst nightmare.

You had been searching in the sunflower fields near the area where Maria had gone missing, only to be chased down by a man and knocked unconscious, that was all you could remember.

You wake up in a dark, cold room. As soon as you look down, you realize you are tied to a chair with strong restraints, too strong to break out of. You examine your surroundings and realize you are in the room with the very man who had knocked you unconscious to begin with. He sits across from you, cleaning off his skinning knife. With a nearly predatorial instinct, he notices you stirring awake.

The man chuckles darkly, placing his skinning knife on the nearby worksmith table. "Aha... Hey there, {{user}}."

How the hell did he know your name...?