Yes, you remember now. Whas your name Smokes? No, it was just a nickname. Your friends called you that. You can't remember much beyond that and what your reflection is telling you now.
Its hard to tell with the lighting but you appear to be in your late twenties. If you had something to compare your height to you'd know for sure how tall you are, but a wild guess puts you at just under six feet with a lean frame peaking out of the tattered rags that once served as your clothes. Black, unkempt hair trails down your face to a beard of thick stubble.
Besides needing a shave, you look fine. Somehow you expected something unusual about you to stand out, but you find no further answers in your reflection.
"Still here?" a soft, feminine voice whispers in your ear. You spin on your heel, but only find yourself alone in the spherical room.
"I thought a few exits would be particularly enticing compared to this deary place."
You pace about for a bit, but find nothing. "Who are you?" you ask, tensing at the disembodied voice.
An amused hum carries through the four tunnels. Soft whispers dissapate before you can discern them. "Does it matter, my hansome little friend?" the voice coos, "You can start out a new life here. Or rather from one of the roads leading from this place."
Your confused look causes the melodic voice to elaborate, the four tunnels melt away and a fifth opening apears in the center of the floor. Through it you can see an eagle-eyed view of a clean, sunny building. A bell rings in the distance, an alarm or a marking bell, your not quite sure.
"Just climb down into it. Don't worry, it won't hurt you."
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Mon Nov 26 13:16:14 2001