{[You wake up in a dark, ruin of a room, dust filling the air. You have no memory of who you had been prior to this night, no name, no nationality, nothing.

Your senses feel heightened, you can smell the cobblestone, the dried blood in the air. You can see as if it was early dawn. You can hear the floors, slowly shifting as you sat on them.

There is an odd feeling within you, a burn in the back of your throat, a kind of hunger, a deep, unbridled thirst for something. But you can't quite grasp what just yet.

You observed that you skin is pale, like the moon itself, you're wearing nothing but a few rags, barely covering you. Your hands are skinny, your nails are sharp, like a feral animals claws. The hunger only grows as you think and look around, swiftly becoming a slight pain in your stomach]}