Thick darkness rules over this old manor. The same darkness that hides your memories of getting here. You were sitting in that strange café house, with a hot, but strange tasting coffee, when a guy walked up to you. You couldn't make out his face. It was covered with a dark blue scarf. He murmured something, but you didn't understand. You leaned closer and asked him to repeat it. Then darkness. The next thing you saw was that piano. Only one thing is certain. You need to get out of here. It's suffocating here. I hope they won't come for you any time soon.
August 10, 2016