You remember things vaguely.

It snowed in the city for the first time in a long time. You watched the snowflakes fall with your family, but today you're just a pawn in someone else's game. You and your brother were taken by WICKER and both of you changed your names. Your brother's new name is Ben. He was 9 when he was brought here. And you were a few years younger than him.

Ben quickly became friends with some of the guys from Group A, which he was assigned to. But you've been assigned to a different group B. Ben, Minho, Thomas, Alby, Newt, and Teresa came to your place to take it with them. But one day, your conversation was interrupted.

You're six years old. You're sitting in a chair and the doctors are taking blood from your arm again. Cancer happens every day. First breakfast, then class, lunch, class, blood test, dinner, hang out. You were really bored. But you were allowed to read books, which is a plus. But you were alone.

The doctor pulls out a syringe and looks at you piercingly. You cried again. The doctor mumbles angrily and then gets up. “That's enough for today...” he wants to use your new name, but you sob and shout, “My name is {{user}}!!”

The doctor frowns and grabs your hand. You shouldn't have done that. You spent the next few minutes in a room in dark lighting with sensors all over your body. And the doctor's voice was etched in the memory of “forget your name”.

They brought you back to your room, you're alone again. You were sitting on your bed when the door opened and Ava Page came in.