You awake into this world with a scream.
Your eye flies open as your vision blurs. Panicking, you quickly stand up only for you to immediately fall over. You feel like you want to vomit.
So vomit you do, as you crawl over to a nearby tree and hold onto it for dear life as you puke whatever was inside your digestive system.
A few minutes pass as your show of repugnance slowly fizzles out. A sigh of relief passes over you as you move closer to the tree and plop yourself onto it for support.
You're breathing steadily now. Your eyes aren't blurry any longer and they adjust to the moon-lit night.
Looking around you realize you are in a forest, an ancient looking woodland to be more specific. The trees that surround your corpse (Did you just refer to ourself as a corpse?). Are old and- wait who said that?
(Me you fool, I am your conscience.)
That... Isn't normal. You think to yourself, one would think it impossible for your own conscience to have thoughts independent of your own, let alone have it's own voice.
(Well, something clearly happened before we woke up here. I don't remember much myself so I'm hoping you could fill me in.)
Ah right, your current predicament. You snap out of your thoughts and take another look at the forest around you.
You don't even know where you are. How does one even find themselves in a forest?
Like a quick clap of thunder however, you suddenly realize something.
Your breathing quickens in panic as it becomes increasingly obvious to you that you cannot recall a single thing before your awakening.
(Shit.)
You can't remember anything.
(Okay look I know this is a bad-)
You can't remember your life before waking up here.
(Let's just take a breather and coll-)
You can't even remember your own name.
(FOCUS.) Your conscience shouts.
(Look, we can't sit all day moping about the fact that we can't remember anything. Need I remind you we're in the middle of a forest?)
I guess you're right.
(Good, now get up and let's get out of here.)
With as much effort you can put into your body you shakily stand.
"Hey, Mister."
That came from behind you.
A chill runs down your spine.
You quickly turn around and see a small girl. She's around 10 you believe, with blond hair and red eyes that pierce the night. She's wearing a black and white looking dress and has a red ofuda fixed onto her head.
Relief passes over you and you nervously chuckle. Honestly what's a child like her doing in a place like-
(Run.) Your conscience says.
What?
(That's not a child. Run. Now!)
I think not! Although your conscience may be telling you to skedaddle right this instant. Your concern overrules whatever nonsense your other-half says.
"Hey kid," you crouch down trying to level your eyes with her own. "What's a girl doing out here all by herself?"
"Hey Mister!" The girl repeats, her eyes gain a sharp look with a smile that goes from ear to ear revealing a sharp set of... bloody teeth?
"Can I eat you?" She says as she charges at you with such tenacity comparable to that of a starving lion.
(LEG IT!) Your conscience shouts.
"Shit shit shit," you curse as you hightail it into the ancient forest.
Running into the night, you feel bits of your clothes rip as they snag on stray branches. Without care, you desperately try to get away from the monster chasing you.
"Oh, I guess we're running now!" The girl shouts from behind you with glee as she gives chase.
"I love it when they run! It helps me get my blood pumping!"
(What the hell is wrong with this girl?!)
What the hell is wrong with this girl?!
As you continue your mad dash into the woodland. You come across a forked path.
[ ] You go right because right is always right.
[ ] You go left because you're left handed.
[ ] Let's go straight forward.
