"Although I don't understand this.. form that I've become, it's not entirely alien in my mind. Still, I can't recall who or what I am. What little memories I have are distant, like words at the tip of my tongue that won't produce a sound. Am I dreaming? Making reality shift far from my mind or are my blurry memories the dreams themselves fading for lack of importance?
No! I'm wide awake. I awoke with a deep and desperate inhale of breath and an overpowering surge of energy. Perhaps this rush has scrambled my memories, but I had enough sense to attack those armed and masked men in black uniforms, and the weaker idiots in white coats determined to slow me down. Their last cries of pain were somehow.. familiar, but I.. - whoever I am - should contemplate this elsewhere.
I feel unstopable, yet something tells me to hide for the time being. And fortunately this city is vast."
_Nameless
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