caretaker05
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My world is made of darkness, of shouts, of adrenaline. It's all I know. I woke up this morning with no memory of any piece of my past. Everywhere I turn, I am confronted with shadow and evil. 
How can I hope to escape from this prison when I don't know what city I'm in, what year or month it is, or even my own name?