Memento

I don’t know who I am. I woke up on a cold train platform with no memory of how I got there or who I used to be. My hands were shaking, my head smeared with drying blood, and everyone around me stared like they knew something I didn’t. The surrounding city seems to breathe whenever I’m not looking. Every corner hides a face I almost recognize, every whisper sounds like it’s calling my name. The one thing I am sure of, something’s gone rotten in the city of Mount Vernon.