Prolog

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I tried to open my eyes.

Everything was blurred and glaring.

From far away I could hear quiet voices. I wasn't able to understand what they were saying.

I tried to say something but not a single syllable was able to left my dried out lips.

I couldn't feel my legs and arms anymore. They were numb. Were they even still there?

As I was lying where ever I was -or at least I think that I was lying somewhere- the thoughts started to form in my mind.

Where am I?

What happened?

Whose voices did I hear?

And the worst and most important one.

WHO EVEN AM I?

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