If there is one thing that I will always remember, it's this: Everyone forgets for a reason. Whether it's old age, or fear, or love, everybody forgets. You, my dear, must've had very good reasons, because you have forgotten far too much. I'm sorry, but it's time to remember. That's what this is, you see. These are your memories. The memories of who you once were, what you once did, and your memories of me. Who am I? My name is Hallenford Donwright, and this is my story. What sort of story is it? The sort that must never be forgotten...