I spent several days searching for the gas station I kept seeing in my head, today I found it. It looks abandoned with an ‘area closed’ sign nailed to the door. The pumps seem to be turned off, it’s clear there’s no one around. I pulled over to inspect the surrounding area, as soon as I stepped foot onto that area I knew i’d been there before. Feelings of confusion and helplessness sunk their way into my chest, this is when the visions started again. This time I saw things in much more detail as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on what my mind was trying to tell me. In that moment I remembered things, details that have shed new light on how the hell I ended up in this mess. I remembered at some point in my past standing at this gas station as I was approached from behind and hit hard on the back of my head. I fell to the ground, and with blurred vision I made out the silhouettes of four men shortly before they began attacking me. I remember blood dripping from my nose and mouth as I tried to mutter the word “stop” repeatedly, but they didn’t care, they didn’t show a single ounce of remorse. I recalled the fact that before I was hit to the ground I heard a man shout “Rico, That's the guy!”. Rico? Who the hell is Rico? Is he a criminal? A gang leader?
Soon after recalling these details I began seeing skewed images, symbols of something I have never seen before. Along side these symbols were a bunch of letters that as far as I can make out mean nothing significant yet. The letters are ‘KRQETAE’, I have drawn the symbols and have placed them in my journal. If you have time, take a look, I could be missing something.

Either way It’s time for me to head to the city in the distance. Maybe I can find out more about this Rico guy there. Whether he’s a big time criminal or a small time gang banger, chances are I won’t be the only person interested this guy.

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