[u][b]Alex Cardona[/b][/u]
You wake up to the sounds of birds chirping, which immediately strikes you as bizarre. One, because it's not your usual alarm clock, and two because you live in an Apartment building in the city.

...Wait a fucking second.

Your memory slowly comes back to you as you sit up. Unfortunately, it doesn't give you any clue as to why you're here. You were going to attend Hope's Peak Academy in Japan, but can't remember anything beyond entering the building. Instead, here you are, in an empty field with only a dirt pathway to suggest there's any way back towards town. You don't have a splitting headache, so it probably wasn't alcohol. If it were chloroform or something you'd still remember more than what you do. Instead you're just... lost. You can make out some kind of stone structure and a fence nearby, but this definitely isn't anywhere near Hope's Peak.

Standing up and taking a look around, you spot some other unconscious people laying in the grass. No doubt having gotten here the same way as you. Unfortunately, that probably means they don't remember how they got here either. You brush the grass off of you as you make your way over to the nearest one... a very small girl. It's a little unsettling considering that your prevailing theory right now is spiked punch, but you can bother with the details later. You bend down to snap your fingers a couple of times to wake her up, getting back up and offering her a hand when she does. "'Morning. Here, give me your hand."

[u][b]Flint Asidea[/b][/u]
Your open your eyes to find a black object suspended directly above your face. Looking around, you find yourself underneath the seats of a canoe, which you take your time disentangling yourself from as you try to remember how you ended up in an unfamiliar place. Your first guess is that you had a particularly vivid vision of god, but instead just end up with more questions. Much more.

There's a hole in your memory.

There's never a hole in your memory.

You can't remember a single time you've forgotten something. There's been times when a vision has blocked your view of something, or drowned out a sound, but you never forgot what the vision looked or sounded like. There was no vision, no interim to this... canoe shed? Whatever. The last thing you remember is entering Hope's Peak, and then...

Dammit. Fuck. [b][i]Fuck[/i][/b].

You begin to have a small panic attack. Those people wanted you for your memory. If they know, you might be expelled, and you'll let down your father. Beyond that, how on Earth do people live like this!? Not knowing what just happened, or how they got where they wake up? You don't think you've seen anyone freak out when they wake up, are they all just used to it? That's insane! You'll never get used to this as long as you live!

For perhaps the first time in your life, you are truly thankful for having the talent that you do. Well, I guess you don't have that talent after all, huh? Maybe all your memories are just made up, and you've been telling people lies the whole time.

Still, you can't just keep freaking out here forever. You're not looking forward to it, but you still need to attend class at Hope's Peak. That becomes a problem though, when you open the shed's door to find yourself near a dock and a dirt pathway. You guess it figures, given that you're in a canoe shed, but you still can't help but wonder how you're going to get back. You can't tell where two of the paths lead, curving around some trees, but down a third one in the center you can see some cabins. Figuring you might find someone who can give you directions, you head that way, still trying to remember how you ended up here.