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A man stood there, staring at his own hands. They were shaking and looked like they belonged to someone else. He couldn't remember how he got here or what happened before. His mind was a complete blank. A cold sweat trickled down his spine as he tried to recall anything, but it was all just a jumbled mess. His eyes wandered around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were painted a dull gray and the furniture looked old and worn out. He felt a sense of panic rising up inside him. Where was he? How did he get here? And most importantly, who was he?