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.
This is the Fifth Chapter of the fiction. You can here find the first part, second part, third part and fourth part
Header image is from here. All other images are the screenshots from the game.
It isn't just darkness, it's creating whispers in the head. The little girl is there in that darkness, she'a playing around in the rooms, it's still hard to see her face. Everything is blurry up to a limit, still can't focus on a certain thing. The whispers around are getting louder and louder, it's about to make her deaf. Then all of a sudden a silence, it then emerged into a breathing sound. It's inhaling and exhaling, all of a sudden there was deep inhaling, then what came outside was some real voice which was like running away from something.
Rose opened the eyes, she looked around. The flashlight is on the floor. She is completely at a restored a state, she's trying hard to find the reality. It took some time, it's the asylum. She gets up and took the flashlight from the floor. She realised it, she's back again inside the asylum. She looked around with the help of the torch. For a second she felt like she's in a big black hole with a beam of light that doesn't make sense anymore.
Finally, she got a clear vision, it's as expected. Full of junk everywhere. Walls, floor everything at a depleting state. It makes everything scary, but better than the complete darkness. She knew that what she needed to do next, she walked forward.
"So...
I need to find a nurse and free her.
What does that mean?"
She's talking to herself and trying to find out the whole sense of the scenario. She could see those yellow banners around, which the police user to mark things. It's getting more and more mysterious inside the asylum. As walking forwards she stepped into another room, there were small lamps on the side table. Which gave a yellowish effect to the room. There were gain more dummies standing on the sides. There was one laying on the sofa, a rusty pipe was stabbed in the chest of that dummy.
"This should come in handy"
Rose took that pipe from the chest. She knew that it will definitely help as going forward in these mysteries. She's expecting an attack any time now. Something reflected on her right side, it was another room on the right. There was something red, she could see that from that distance. She moved forward to it, It's first aid kit, she took that also. The room was filled a lot of another junk, there were fire hydrant and things like red cross symbols. It feels like a nurse's room more with a red colour around. There was a small shelf with some books.
As looking around, she found another road on the right side. It's kind of decorated in a different way, the room of someone special. She moved towards it and there was a name said on the door.
"Thomas Walton, Psychologist". The door was locked. She looked around as a way to get something to move forward. She walked towards the shelf, there a few old books. It's on neuroscience, she took one and opened it. She read a few papers, it's on the emotions and the neuroscience behind it. She knew that there isn't more time here to waste on things like this, it's time to move again.
She found another dark door on the side of the bookshelf. She walked towards it with the hope that it will be open. It's the pharmacy room, she opened the room and went inside. The room already lightened, it wasn't a light. It was a lot of candles on the floor, and the middle of it, there is something that's not normal as candlelight. Rose walked towards it, it's a woman and her hands are tied tightly to the ceiling, probably dead. Rose turned off the torch and had a clear look and she whispered.
"Well...
I think I just found my nurse."
[story continues]