Pylot's Journal

I've decided to keep a journal using a notepad and pen I found in a motel room this morning. I need to document and track anything that may lead me to the discovery of who I am. I will post all my journal entries here, documenting my discoveries and noting any information that may be of use in helping me find out my true identity. In time maybe whoever is reading these can help me piece this information together. Below is my first entry.

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After Dark

I’ve just pulled over, I need to write this down. I keep getting these flashbacks, right now they are not making any sense. I’ve realised that driving somehow is helping my brain to recoup what little is left of the memories I have. As it stands, any information I can remember is extremely valuable and so I’ve written details of these flashbacks in the following entry. I also found something in a pocket on the inside of my jacket. I’m not sure what to make of all this. #EntryTwo  #Flashbacks

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Flashbacks

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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Pylot's Journal

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