When the boy awoke, lying on his back in a field of grass, his first thought was of how odd the sensation of warm air on his body with the cool earth pressed to his back felt. His second thought however, came rushing forth as he sat up. Where was he? How did he wind up flat on his back in the middle of nowhere, and more importantly, who was he? He had no memories at all, everything was blank up until the moment he opened his eyes. Yet there was information imbued in his mind, he knew that he was a boy, and that he was standing in a field with trees off in the distance all around him every way except straight ahead. Directly ahead of him was just more an empty landscape covered in grass with the occasional growth of flowers. Looking up into the sky the boy was met with another startling discovery, there were two moons! He didn’t know or understand why that felt wrong to him, but he was certain there was only supposed to be one of the large orbs in the sky. Closing his eyes he tried to clear his mind and think, was there any indication of what his identity might be? There was nothing though, just a vast blankness, but with his senses focused he finally noticed that there was something in the pocket of his pants. Pulling it out, the object was revealed to be a small silver medallion emblazoned with the number 23 on one side. He wasn’t sure why he had it, or what it meant to him, but there was definitely a connection between him and the trinket. Clenching his fists, he returned the item to his pocket and looked ahead. There were a million questions racing through his mind, and they weren’t going to be answered by just standing there, so he started walking. For hours the boy marched forwards, heading in the same direction, the trees on either side of him like parallel guidelines making sure he knew to just keep moving straight ahead. The even ground eventually gave way to a steady incline before coming to a sloping hill that stretched from one set of trees to the other, completely blocking his view forward. Slowly, he made his way up, the hill seeming to stretch on just far enough to make his legs start to feel the strain as he neared the top. The boy crested the hill, and as he looked down at the small grouping of buildings several yards away that looked so worn down they could’ve been abandoned, he was filled with nothing but more unanswered questions. Approaching them, he noticed the peeling paint on the wood paneling, and rusted metal sliding doors that made up most of the exterior of the four nearly identical buildings. One of them was different though, while the others looked like your average desolate structure, the third one, painted in an off white and with no windows, had a keypad by the rusted metal door. Walking over to it the boy only had to look at it for a second before instinctively knowing the code, and after entering the four numbers, the door slid open with a hiss. Would what’s inside provide him with answers, or just more questions?