Prologue
You find yourself standing in a room; it’s small and sparsely decorated, the floor bare concrete. Three of the walls are of a neutral light grey color, while the fourth is made of old red brick. You have no idea who you are or how you came to be here. You don’t know where this room is, in what city or even country. You simply found yourself standing there in the doorway. You feel a sense of dread. Who am I? I don’t even know who I am. How can I not know who I am?