introduction

Hello.
I'm Jeremy Grimmings, or at least that's what they told me my name is.
Ever since the car crash that killed my family, I can't remember anything.
They've payed for my apartment, the shabby room on the bottom floor. Bronxfield Institute, a place for the mentally shaken.
They say this anxiety is normal for victims of amnesia. They say keeping a journal about my life would help me get it back in order.
But for some reason I can't shake the feeling they're hiding something from me.