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Rated: ASR · Chapter · Dark · #2007459
There's someone out there, friend or foe? How to answer this if I don't know who I am?
Two hazel eyes are staring at me, challenging yet confused. A man in his forties is piercing me with his gaze. I look around him. It is a mirror, that man is me. A vermilion line crosses my face vertically, to finish dripping on the tip of the chin. On the floor, a pool of blood geometrizes, remaining trapped between the white tiles and crumbling into a path of points that dies under the closed door. The green light of the halogens colors everything a dull tone, me included. It marks the wrinkles on my forehead and the dark circles around my eyes, giving me a cadaverous look.

I start to feel a throbbing pain in the head, where the river of blood is born. Within the basin, swimming in a cloud of water, blood and foam, there is a small needle with black thread. I clean the wound to see its shape. An almost perfect line ending in a small hook. I approach the needle and I stick it on my forehead. I stitch the wound with little art, and look back in the mirror. My sinister aspect has been strengthened.

I open the door and enter a bedroom. It is only illuminated by the neon lights that enter through the window and the light coming from the bathroom door. An unmade bed and a broken lamp on the floor, laying on a blackish puddle. I open the window and jump to the balcony. The sheer rain soaks me almost instantly. Thousands of wires between buildings intersect creating a maze-like landscape. It is a narrow street, where only small motorcycles and bicycles seem to fit. Neons cover almost all of the facades. Different languages ​​overlap struggling for the most visible place.

I come back into the room and see a small folded paper on the bed. I take it. Written with quick pencil handwriting, '2574 11:37 a.m.'. I smell it. I've smelled that before. Many times, but I do not remember where. It is a strong lemon scent with distant sea notes. I put the note in my pocket and head to the door. Before I can leave I see shadows under the door. There's someone on the other side, friend or foe?

How to answer this question if I do not know who I am?
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