The moon shone down brightly on the orange and green leaves of the forest. The surrounding trees felt like an enclosure with an endless path leading down no where. The building intensity of the distant rustling of the leaves would scare anyone who decided to go wandering around this forest. Mark ran down the path, hoping this seemingly endless journey to the tower, where he had lived for many years, would come to a close soon. He had been away from the tower, looking randomly around for something that would protect the large domain of the structure. At the break of dawn, he made it to the chipped wooden door of the altitudinous tower. Mark set his dry hands on the old wooden door with great relief and a expectation for it to open on its own.

Mark pushed against the door, and despite applying sufficient force, could not open the door.
"Strange!", he quietly thought to himself. Although familiar, there was something different about what he remembered about his old abode. He looked down, and noticed some mysterious markings just above the handle. Etched in the wood were 5 blue glowing foreign symbols, and below that, a concise message.

You are not what you remember!

"What does this all mean? Nothing I have done in the past few days have made an ounce of sense, and this has only added to my ever-growing confusion," Mark ponders to himself.

Indeed, the last few days have been unusually quiet, and the people around the tower have been peculiarly civil. In fact, Mark's last memory of the quiet town around the tower has been one of chaos and disorder.

"There's something suspicious going on," Mark says quietly to himself, as he ruminates the irony that a town bathing in peace feels troubling. Mark turns away from the tower, and heads into town, determined to find some clarity on what is going on.