Part 1. Encursion

I woke up on the floor, my head pounding, and my eyes struggling to adjust to the harsh artificial lights.

Pulling myself up from the rough carpet, I fought against the pain and my creaking joints as I tried to come to terms with my environment.

Where was I? I didn't know.

All I could see inside was a coffee table, the television set, the ceiling above me, and a small window covered by a thick curtain.

The TV drew my attention.

It was switched on, but displayed only a test card, whilst the speakers blared out a high-pitched tone.

Once my eyes adjusted, I read the message on screen. It said... card, whilst the speakers blared out a high-pitched tone.

Once my eyes adjusted, I read the message on screen.

It said, Emergency broadcast, Scenario 217, incursion.

There were no further details.

I didn't know what this meant, but the cryptic message made me feel uneasy.

But my surroundings were the least of my concerns.

The room and the TV did give me an uncomfortable feeling of deja vu, but what really frightened

me was my lack of memory.

I couldn't remember where I was or how I'd gotten here.

But I also didn't know who I was.

My mind was blank as if I had been suddenly zapped into existence.

I didn't know anything, not even my own identity.

Panic might well have ensued in that moment, except when I looked to the coffee table,

I saw three items, the first of which was a post-it note with a message written upon it,

and the note read,

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