I stop in an inn

I found an inn to spend the night. It was called the Marina Lupin. Funny thing is, I found the name in my wallet. Maybe there must be some clues. I went inside to see a middle aged woman at the desk with dark hair.

"I'd like a room." I said.

"Arsene, is that you?" she asked.

Apparently my name was Arsene.

"Yes, I guess." I said, unsurely if that was my name.

"Your room is 118."

I took the key she was holding out and went upstairs to my room.

Laying on the bed, I thought about what was happening to me. I was starting to remember details that contradicted other memories. My name was indeed Arsene Jacobs. My parents were Rocambole and Marie Jacobs. Rocambole was a criminal. I was similar accept I operated as a **** for good despite being on the wrong side of the law.

The woman came in.

"So, what happened?" she asked.

"I don't remember anything." I admitted. "Other than another life."

"It could be someone messed with your memory. My name is Julia Coburn, a contact."

"I'm remembering a little bit. My current name. The names of my parents in this life."

"So whatever happened has caused you to remember your past life at the cost of your current life."

"Before I woke up on the train, I had a dream about a woman calling herself Urizena."

After Julia left, I looked at my diary. According to the pages I'd written, I had come to rob the castle.