Nope. There was nothing in there. You'd been sitting for a while, searching your brain for any memory of your past, but your head was as empty as a balloon, a total tabula rasa.
Okay, so maybe you knew a little Latin, you discovered. And what Latin was. But nothing regarding who you were, or how, why, or when you arrived in this prison.
Not that the prison cell was particularly rife with memory aids. It was a hermetically-sealed, concrete cube of a few meters in diameter; with a bare lightbulb, a simple bed, and a toilet and basin for decoration. A thick steel door appeared to be the only way out.
You rose to your feet in decision. You didn't know what your past was, but you certainly knew where your future lay. You were getting out of this place.
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