You have no idea where or when you are. All you know is how much you have lost – your humanity, your sanity, your soul and so much more, all torn to ribbons. Even as your consciousness slowly comes back to you, you have a hard time telling what is real or not. Despite your present circumstances, you remember what you once were, before all of this.

Looking back at it, you had a pretty good life before you got into this mess. Nothing special, but pretty damn good. You were born at some point in the late '90s and your parents brought you up well in a decent part of town. You did well at school and managed to get into a prestigious university, you've even been through a couple of relationships. Sure, none of them ended well, but you learned something important from every one of them.

But then you fucked up.

That's where your memory becomes cloudy. You need to focus, to squeeze your eyes shut and push through all of the fog and horror. It happened during your last year as an undergraduate and you only had a few months of studying left – but what was it? What happened? What did you do?

>You took something that you shouldn't have. It might not have even been your fault, but something precious found its way into your hands and that was all it took.
>You went somewhere where you shouldn't have. Perhaps you stumbled into that place by accident or maybe it was intentional, but your fate was sealed as soon as you set foot in there.
>You wronged someone who you shouldn't have. Maybe you scorned them intentionally or maybe you offended this 'person' without realizing it – either way, you made them angry.
>You helped someone who you shouldn't have. You never thought that they would seek to repay your kindness but looking back, you wish that you never earned their gratitude.
>You have a talent you wish you never had. There was (and still is) something about you that was truly special, which drew the attention of an unwanted admirer or envious observer.