My story starts in a post office. I wake up deserted in a pile of mail. I think I have amnesia. The only thing I remember how to do is speak English and, weirdly, a little Japanese and one woman's face. I don’t know who she is or where I know her from—just her face. I get up from the pile of mail. Maybe there’s something for me. I quickly go to where the mail boxes are, and a number appears in my head: 336. That must be my mailbox. I found that number, but I need a key. I look in my pocket for anything I could use to figure out who and where I am. I have a dollar and a small folded-up map. I open the map, and I'm somewhere called Alton, Illinois. Maybe I can find an airport and fly back to my home, but I don’t know where my home is. I could be on another planet for all I know. I exit the Post Office and as soon as I exit the door 2 people pop out the door a man and a girl who looks my age and no I don’t know my age i walk away but they follow me so i start running but i see to black splotches than everything went black111Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQHTFFy7uDD
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