S-T-I-K-S. The Long Road to the Stab

When you wake up and can’t remember yesterday—and then realize with horror that even your own name is shrouded in darkness—you can’t help thinking it’s time to stop drinking. But when you understand that besides your name and yesterday, there’s nothing at all left in your memory—then panic comes.

You can ask people around you, “Who am I?” and they’ll probably answer. But who says it will be the truth? You should ask those who know. Yet even they may not answer truthfully. And if they do, it’s only before taking your life for one simple reason: you’re just another fragment—something new, a new ability, or merely a sliver of experience.

You need to survive. Just survive in the world of the Continent. Where there are no right and wrong. Only constantly hungry creatures and a small number of “immunes,” fighting for life every second.