It was the year 2015. The one year I lost what I cared for most. The gunshots, the explosions, the screams of terror and pain that still cycle my head during the sleepless nights. In which I never forgot. And it all started, with the train.
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The girls wake up one day with an aching head and no memory of the boys or anything from the past 3 years. It's up to the Punks to make the girls' memory return...