This is where usually you'd find a small description of what's going on.

Big problem, though: you have no idea what's going on.

Well, that's not exactly correct. You do have some information. Just, you know, very little of it. Earlier this morning, you woke up in a hospital bed. Everything hurts, though nothing hurts so much as to be worrying, so there's that. Arms and legs work.

The actually worrying part is your brain, which has a bad case of the Main Character Amnesia. Yeah, that one. Retrograde. So bad that all you know is your own name and how many fingers in each hand. I know, I know, it's been done to death, just roll with it.

During first assessments and the bad news, you notice a woman lurking in the background. Looks like the business type. Tall, composed, no-nonsense allowed. Keeps glancing at you with worry written all over her face. Whe she's finally allowed in, she leans over.

"You don't remember me? Us?"

But who is Gina, really? There's only one way to learn...

"I told you not to call me unless someone is dying! What do you mean someone is actually dying?! Then why would you even bother to call?"

"Oh, this? I always sleep naked. It's good for circulation and to oxigenate the body. Look, you've already seen my body before, okay? So better get used to it fast, because I'm not changing my ways for you."