by Zyja
You open your eyes… and you are no one. A deteriorated ceiling, light filtering through cracks, pain in every part of your body and a reflection that doesn’t quite fit: a face that should be yours, but doesn’t feel like it. You can think, understand, speak… but not remember. Not your name. Not where you come from. Not who you are. You are not alone. There is someone else, just as lost, far too similar. And then, the doubt ends. Violence arrives, impossible creatures and blood is spilled before you can even understand why. And in the midst of chaos, between inexplicable attacks and memories that return in fragments, a truth emerges that doesn’t quite fit, but that cannot be ignored; Maybe you do have a name. Maybe you are not alone by chance. Maybe that other… is not just a stranger.
