You got here yesterday.

You appeared like we all did; unconscious, bloody, bruised, and confused. No one knows how we end up here, except maybe the staff, but they take us in anyway. Everything outside of the Clinic is a black void, and it’s kind of scary to think about what’s out there. None of us remember our lives before the Clinic, either, and when we try to remember, the pain is so horrible we have to stop so we don’t go into shock. All we remember are our first names and ages.