Истории Re-vale

Right after our last concert finished, I left. I just wished I could have known what would happen. maybe if I had waited it would have turned out better. But that's a past's wish my old self's wish. I tried surviving on my own. but it ended wat to soon. I was bit, my memories disappeared. now I'm not even sure if I can trust myself. Yet after who knows how long, of me surviving as a half turned. I ran into some people. Survivor's. Who are they? Why do they know me? And why do I trust them?