Memory of the Beloved: Chronicles of Ypsilon

Sleep? No, reality! A gunshot wound, an operation, bandages, rehabilitation. But how? I’m not the kind to get involved in fights, yet somehow I managed to catch a bullet. And where did the tattoo on my arm come from—the name in a foreign language?

One question generates another, but I’ll dig until I find the truth, track down the mysterious stranger, and bring the truth to light.