I was found in a rusted out car and had to run for my life after being roused by a ghost shell. I had no freaking idea what was going on, let alone where I was and what creatures I was running from. They made horrible screeching sounds which only added to the confusion. All I knew was that if I was to stay alive, I had to follow the ghost and do as it told me, at least until I figured out if the ghost was really on my side, was manipulating me somehow, or if I was even really alive....or dead....or....wait.....I didn't even know who I was, or why I couldn't remember anything before I was....whatever I was. Could have been worse. Could have been blue in a box canyon.
Ever wonder why we are here ?