It's 6:54 pm in Midtown Detroit, and you attempt to move from your bed, but the pain is too much to endure. You move back into a comfortable position and look ahead blankly to the hospital door. You can’t seem to shake this feeling of sadness running through you and you seem unable to bring any joy into your life. You are aware that there is nothing pleasant in this kind of life, spending every day in a hospital bed, knowing that eventually the doctors will give up on you and your treatment. As this confusion builds to borderline delirium, a stranger pays you a startling, haunting visit. He explains to you that you lost your memory after being injected with some kind of drug, and that as soon you recover they will take you back into custody and torture and beat you, until they get the answers out of you that you know you can’t recall, or the investigators might forge some paperwork to prove you are healthy enough to be shifted to a jail cell, where you will rot out your remaining tortured years. More likely, however, the man explains, is that they'll probably take you to a deserted place, and ensure you are never heard from again. Can this be possible? The stranger continues with his story, saying that he received inside information, that they'll just say you tried to attack the law and ran away. They will fabricate a story to cover their tracks, saying that to stop such a dangerous criminal from going back into Mob Island, they had to kill you. It would be justified and written off. Shocked by what you have just been told, you contemplate your options. You decide you have no other option but to trust this guy, so you take some pain killers and run away, in hope of dodging the police, and starting a fresh life somewhere else. Remember… everything is in your hands and it's up to you to make a mark.