Have you ever woken
up just enough to know you’re awake? You might be aware that you
heard someone say something, or that you were going to say or do
something… but for all your struggling to remember what came
before, all you can think on is the call back into slumber.
My name, as far as I
know, is Viktor. Viktor Daark. I woke up three weeks ago. Beyond what
I’ve been told by my butler, I have no idea where I am. With that
said I will be keeping this journal as a precaution against further
memory loss.
Although I have no
concrete proof, I can’t shake this eerie feeling that something
sinister is happening here.
