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Hello. My name is Asa Pond and up until today my life has been of little interest. Don't get me wrong, it's been fine, it has just been, well, boring to say the least. But I've always felt out of place in it too - those whispered conversations my parents would deny ever happened, the nagging sense of memories that I couldn't access, and the flickers of things I thought I saw but never actually existed - they all made me feel crazy and out of it. That is... until today. I was waiting for food at one of my typical restaurants when an old man, nothing special, seemed like a professional which makes sense in my area, came up to me. I recognized him in a vague way, tried to remember if I had met him at a conference or the office before, but... what happened next still confuses me. He stepped up to me and raised his hand. In it was a piece of parchment. Yes, parchment. Not paper from a printer or notebook or anything, but honest-to-God parchment. When I hesitated, he gestured, clearly annoyed, for me to take it. So I did. When I glanced back up, he was gone. Not a word exchanged between us, nothing, just the paper. At that point, my food was ready, so I put the note in my bag unread, and went to pay, forgetting about it for the time being, assuming he was just a senile old man who had mistaken me for someone else. I decided I would figure out what to do when I got home. But that's when I opened it: Asa, You may not remember me, in fact, if you do, we are in more trouble than I realized. Gods mercy, I hope you don't recognize me yet. I can't tell you anything until you remember yourself but you are not safe. Watch yourself, trust no one, and most importantly, prepare. Prepare for everything that is coming, because you are the only hope for it to work out the way it must. - X I have no idea what it means. It has my name but the rest seems like gibberish. Prepare? Prepare for what? How am I supposed to "be ready" when I don't know what I am supposed to be ready for. I tried to talk to my mother about it but she just told me to ignore the whole thing and assumed it was a weird joke some of my friends were playing on me. But... it doesn't feel that way. I don't know what to do, so I guess it's time to prepare for the unknown. If nothing happens, then I guess whomever tried to pull one over on me got me good, but what if this is the piece I've been missing all along? What if there is something more to my life? I need to know. I need someone else to know too. That's why I am writing this here. It is time to prepare.