Missing Memories

[FordBenjamin]

I once had a creative mind. I was called a… I can’t remember.

But then came the needles, and clamps, and the hot stabbing pains into my face. No, not my face – my headafore? That word doesn’t sound right. Forebrain?

I remember bright lights and a woman in a mask. Was she a doctor? The man in the suit was in the warehouse with me. No, not a warehouse, but not a hospital either.

These straps are too tight on my ankles.

I just can’t seem to remember anything since the newly elected Governess invited me to dine with her.

[MonsieurMoustache]

I quite liked this! A good little set-up, though I wish more of the governess' intentions could be inferred.