How many of us are here? And what kind of war is this, where everyone is for themselves? You can survive in different ways, someone takes by cunning, someone thirst for blood. I do not know why I ended up here, because I am different from everyone else. Although maybe for this? It seems that I like to kill, but why? What kind of person do you need to be to love this? So I don't know. Maybe in this place I will find the answer, since for his sake I was deprived of memories? But here, something more strange is clearly happening.