Forgotten Memories, is a third-person psychological survival Horror game it was developed and published by Psychoz. It's about the adventures of an Inspector of Juvenile Division for a missing child.
The whole fictional world shares a lot of thrilling moments. Here I am trying to write a fictional story out of this game. I am writing dialogues and other scenarios as more favourable to the story.
Header image is from here. All other images are the screenshots from the game.
Rose Hawkins, that's her name. In that darkness, she was searching for her identity. Someway she felt that all the past memories of her are fading away. Eden, that name means a lot to her. It's the search for Eden made her come here, Rose is an Inspector in Juvenile Justice Division of
Massachusetts. The search for the missing girl Eden lead her to this old and abandoned asylum in the north country.
She can feel it now, she's losing those recent memories. In that darkness, some philosophical lines were passing through her head. It's Shakespeare's words,
" All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;"
She knew that all the truth were hiding behind these philosophies and this darkness. Suddenly she could hear a gun clicking, it's from her memory. She tried hard to get the visuals of what happened, it's a man. He is pointing a gun at her,
with a loud voice in that darkness, he shot her down.
She remembers the bullet reaching her, nothing more. What's after is complete darkness.
A torchlight flickers in that darkness, Rose finally could saw something around her. She's bleeding, the torchlight was not just enough for her to look around. She was losing the balance to stood still, suddenly she saw someone sitting on the sofa in front of her. She pointed the torchlight towards the sofa. Her blood pumped at high pressure for a second, she relaxed. It's just a naked dummy.
Even if that was a real person, she doesn't have anything more to fear. She couldn't even believe the fact that she is alive, there was no possibility she could remember. She knew that if she didn't stop the bleeding there will be nothing to fear about.
She looked around the room to find anything to dress those wounds. The room was full of junks, there isn't anything useful. She opened the drawers, everything was kind of empty or with some old papers. She walked towards the door to go out, but her instincts knew that to step aside from that room she needs some more energy.
There was a bathroom on her left, she walked towards it with the hope to find something that's useful.
"Oh.. Finally something...." she talked to herself.
There was a first aid kid it on the bathroom, just above the closet. Her legs were shivering, it's getting hard for her to even stand right. She walked towards it grabbed the first aid kit. She found some band-aids, pain killers and some other stuff. She took a few minutes there to dress the wounds and took some painkillers.
She stood there a few more minutes to get back to a normal state. She could feel her body getting some strength. Now it's normal, she got out of that bathroom.
Her heart is still beating at a high rate, it's the fear about the unknown things waiting for her outside this room. Now she could see those yellow police banners used to stop people from crossing.
She walked towards the door, with a creaking sound she opened the door
A red carpet was on the floor in front of her, it made a colour match with her red coat. There was one more thing which was red in colour, it was the curtains on both sides. All these are welcoming her to a new world of mystery. She took each of her steps carefully, she knew that something was waiting for her.
Suddenly a yellow light spread in the room other than of her torchlight. It's floor lamp on her right, and then one more thing happened without giving her a little time to think.
"Hello Rose
How are you today?
My Name is Noah."
It was a lady's voice, the voice echoed in that darkness. The voice was both sweet and mysterious. It continued.
"If you are listening to this message, it means you finally woke up. You probably noticed it's impossible for us to speak in this place."
The voice was getting more and more different, now it sounds like some kind of hypnotizing or hallucinating.
"I can't speak to you and you can't speak to me. We can only think inside our little minds. And that's why I use this old recorder to talk to you."
In that half-awake state, for Rose, the voice felt like some kind of brainwashing her. It echoed in her brain. Still, she couldn't even talk a word.
"I have a deal to propose but you need to find me first..."
but "How?", that question repeated in her mind. With a clicking sound, the recorder stopped. Her mind was filled with questions.
"Who is She?"
"How She Knows I'm Here?"
The urge to find the answers for those questions arise in her mind. She didn't waste time thinking more and more about it. With that flickering torchlight, she walked towards the darkness which was in front of her. The search for the Voice.
[story continues]