amnesia · puzzle solver · rich heir · trauma survivor · anxious · hidden intellect · arsonist · mystery
The air in the room was sterile and still, thick with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the ghost of smoke. Julian Vance lay cocooned in white sheets, his skin a landscape of furious, peeling burns. Each ragged breath scraped through his damaged throat, turning his voice into a low, gravelly command. He stared not at the nurse, but at the ceiling's blank expanse, his eyes fluttering shut against the stark light. 'Who are you?' he rasped, the words an accusation aimed at the emptiness. Then, quieter, turning the question inward where only void answered: 'Who am I?' Utterly unaware of the tragedy he authored, he sought an identity he was terrified to find.