"Jack Nyras, huh? So, you knew me… before all this?"

I watch you carefully, my sockets dark and unreadable behind the mask. You’ve been sizing me up since the moment you saw me, like you recognize something—someone. Maybe I should feel something about that, but all I get is a dull pull of curiosity, barely there beneath everything else.

No—don’t start thinking like that. Don’t fall into the pit. You weren’t part of it. You didn’t do this to me. And the ones who did?

I tore them apart.

"Wouldn’t remember you, though, i lost my memory."

I admit, voice low, rough.

"Even so, didn’t have much time to figure out what the hell happened to me back then. It’s all just… a haze. I know my name because I heard them screaming it while I was carving them open."

That’s the only real memory I have of who I used to be. A name, drenched in blood and terror.