“Well and truly fed his ego”
You are now to be helping us in the fight against darkness, demons and something else beginning with D. We are the good guys, they are the bad guys. Just imagine this as a classic good vs bad situation, and hopefully you will understand us.You might experience slight memory loss, which is normal considering we gave you a high dose of an amnesiac from which you’ll never gain your old memories back, but don’t panic: All the information you need about yourself is here. You are Indra Starkov, from Irkutsk in Russia. You are 23 and you have a masters degree in Psychology from Moscow University (congratulations on that by the way.) You would be described as someone who speaks their mind; don’t think that’s bad, you can’t help it. It’s just who you are.
Indra read her letter again, and again. She needed to know exactly who she was but the letter didn’t give much away, just the things you would tell someone upon first meeting them. Ironic, she thought as these were the first things Indra had been told about her new self. Or old self. She didn’t know if this was who she really was or a projected version of herself: or maybe the complete opposite of whoever she had been post...whatever happened. She looked down at the black and white checkered skirt and the black and white striped crop top she wore. Thumbing the edge of the crop top, she noticed it was almost a knitted fabric. Not remarkably important, but still one more thing that she knew about herself. She sighed and looked at the photograph of herself which was included with the letter. She wasn’t wearing any make up in the picture and she had a blank expression, a sort of half dead, half alive look.
You are now to be helping us in the fight against darkness, demons and something else beginning with D. We are the good guys, they are the bad guys. Just imagine this as a classic good vs bad situation, and hopefully you will understand us.You might experience slight memory loss, which is normal considering we gave you a high dose of an amnesiac from which you’ll never gain your old memories back, but don’t panic: All the information you need about yourself is here. You are Roman Martinez, from Baracoa in Cuba. You are 20 and you have completed secondary education in England. You were raised Atheist . You keep a cross on you at all times, this necklace was given to you by an old friend and is very dear to you. You would be described as charming, and easy to like and befriend.
Roman skimmed the letter once again to make sure he had got all the details and then set the letter down gently. Charming. Easy to like. All they needed to add was “stunningly attractive” and they would have well and truly fed his ego. He realised they must have just taken his personal memories because he still knew where Cuba
0was and was switching between thinking in Spanish and in English. He wasn’t sure how he felt: this could be a better life for him but his memory of absolutely everything was gone to dust. Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing? After all he would never find out about his past life so he might as well just go with it.
You are now to be helping us in the fight against darkness, demons and something else beginning with D. We are the good guys, they are the bad guys. Just imagine this as a classic good vs bad situation, and hopefully you will understand us.You might experience slight memory loss, which is normal considering we gave you a high dose of an amnesiac from which you’ll never gain your old memories back, but don’t panic: All the information you need about yourself is here. You are Takahiro Ito , from Nara in Japan. You are 22 and you have finished the Japanese equivalent of high school education. You were raised Buddhist.You would be described as introverted, but you are friendly and very empathetic.
That seemed okay, Takahiro thought. He ran his name through his head a couple of times and decided he preferred Taka. More short and precise. Raising his hand to his face he saw three intricately designed rings adorned his fingers. One had a skull outline with an emerald green gem where the mouth should have been; another had a deep red lightning bolt set in gold. Maybe he was rich in his past life, he wondered or maybe an international thief and these were his spoils. Either way he had epic looking rings.
You are now to be helping us in the fight against darkness, demons and something else beginning with D. We are the good guys, they are the bad guys. Just imagine this as a classic good vs bad situation, and hopefully you will understand us.You might experience slight memory loss, which is normal considering we gave you a high dose of an amnesiac from which you’ll never gain your old memories back, but don’t panic: All the information you need about yourself is here. You are Soleil Sarr, from Senegal and Egypt. You are 19 and you have spent your whole life living in Alexandria, Egypt and have been educated until secondary level. You were raised Muslim but left the religion when you turned 16.You would be described as caring, loving and cheerful.
Soleil read it once again and smiled. That seemed nice, plus she liked the sound of being against the bad guys, and then she could also make new friends which she thought she would like. She looked down at her yellow dress with little white flowers on it and twirled. Soleil. A suitable name considering she was wearing a yellow dress and a yellow necklace. Her shoes were a pale pink high heel and her earrings were small little peaches. She smiled once again, liking the cheerfulness of her outfit.
Indra finally took notice of the other people in the room, and they started to register that they weren’t alone as well. “Ahem,” a girl said and she stepped forward “I’m Soleil...I assume we’re all in the same boat here? We have all been given a letter?” She asked and smiled reassuringly. Indra smiled back at her as she had taken a liking to the girl, even though they looked complete opposites.
“I’m Indra. And yes, I think we all are” she replied “Soleil? That was your name right? I just want to say that you are absolutely stunning” Indra said and smiled again as Soleil blushed slightly.
“Thank you, I don’t know what I look like but if its coming from someone like you, that means a lot.” Soleil and Indra held eye contact for a moment before they were rudely interrupted by a boy striding forwards.
“Well if we’re going for compliments I think I am owed a couple of hundred, don’t you think? I’m Roman, and apparently I’m charming and easy to like, so do keep that in mind.” He flashed a smiled and despite her best efforts Indra decided that she liked this weird narcissistic man. The last person in the room stepped forward and joined the others.
“Hi. I’m Takahiro, but I think I would prefer to be called just Taka, if that’s okay with all of you.” He nodded and a slightly awkward silence ensued.
Roman had an urge to make a joke to defuse the tension but what was there to say? They had all been drugged into forgetting all of their memories and they were now told to fight demons, which Roman was 73% sure he didn’t know existed before all of...this. Thankfully a distraction arrived in the form of a middle aged British man who introduced himself as Marcellus as he bustled them along a winding corridor to another room. The place, Marcellus explained along the way was an old college called Saint Adamo’s from Cambridge University but the construction process was stopped until Marcellus took over and made into a home for demon hunters. Demon hunters, he explained, like themselves. They walked into the room and sat down on rows of seats which wobbled as they took their places. Roman smiled reassuringly at Taka as he looked on the edge of a nervous breakdown and he had taken a liking to the older boy. Taka smiled back and shifted slightly to face Roman but before he could speak, Marcellus interrupted.
