My name is… Summer Sky, I think. Yes, I’m sure – Summer Sky. I have no clue as to my whereabouts, except that this is – was a factory. I have no memory of my past, but I retain an innate urge to run and escape this place. Why? I don’t know… nothing makes sense. Oh, and one more thing. Something happened here, some frightfully bloody massacre. There is a disturbing amount of dead bodies, (or more accurately, a lack of bodies), everywhere.

And whatever killed them is in here with me.