June 5, 1994

          To whoever finds this, 

I am presently a lost soul, cursed with the knowledge that there is no way out of where I am currently trapped. My physical state is sound. My mental state, however, not as much as I would hope. 

I have been lost to a place unknown. A phantom of my time. Separated from everything I once knew and loved. All lost to me, in merely an instant. The instant that doomed my life. 

Find this letter, and find me. My sanity depends on it.