First of all, I would just like to apologize. 


I don't know who I am. Or where I am, or how I got here. Sitting here uncoincious, in my mouth the lingering taste of blood. The way I'm feeling right now is worn down. Disappearing. Nonexistant.

If anyone can hear me, I don't know. If anyone can help me, I don't know. But if you can hear me, then listen. And if you're listening, then please realize that you, whoever you are, are my last hope.


[Please suggest an action]







I pull my eyelids apart to see a dark, dilapidated room. This room is empty, but smells like sweat.






I wipe blood off of my mouth and try to stand up.

My vision goes black and my head feels like a balloon, but only for a second.






Locked. The fucking thing's locked. Great.






"Note to self-

	By the time you read this, I will be dead. If you're a little confused right now, relax. I don't expect you to understand.

	There is a gun in your pocket with one bullet. What I need you to do with that bullet is I need you to find and kill a person named Max."



"Dear self,

	Locked? You have the tools to fix this.

	Just whatever you do, don't use that bullet for anything but putting the lights out."





The name tag I'm wearing says, "HELLO- My name is: DEAD"

It looks like it was supposed to say "Max". That must be my name.






It's a .44 Magnum revolver. It'll blow my head clean off.





Kill myself?
Thanks, but no thanks.
Let's not rush anything here.