Wipeout

Chapter One: Who Am I?The bitter bite of smoke filled his lungs as flashing lights danced across the shattered windshield. Gasping for air, the middle-aged man clawed at his seatbelt, desperate to escape the crumpled remains of his vehicle. His head throbbed, blood trickled down his face, and a searing pain shot through his leg - clearly broken from the violent impact. As he tumbled onto the rain-soaked asphalt, the wailing sirens grew louder, but his mind could grasp only one harsh reality: He had no idea who he was.Chapter Two: The Search for IdentityAs paramedics hovered over him, their voices a distant hum, he struggled to piece together any fragment of his past. All he had were the echoes of a life he couldn't recall. His gaze drifted to the driver's seat, where he saw the glint of a small, battered notebook. With trembling hands, he reached out and snatched it up before they could whisk him away to the hospital.After he was patched up, he found the rain pelting across his face as he stumbled across the darkened intersection, blood loss causing his vision to blur with each passing moment. He knew he had to find shelter, and soon. Spotting an open door to a nearby diner, he pushed through it gratefully, grateful for the warmth and safety it provided.